Lyrics:
Shut the fuck up
Or just like a patty we grilling you up
You niggas like Patrick
You funny and dumb
You niggas is amateur
Learn some more stuff
Your
Gamblin' every time we put a record out
Just lookin' for that hook (Wait, Dre, look)
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant to be
'Cause,
they can't cock-block me
G-dub, I know you know this bitch by tha name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess, face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't
on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put
on zoom
Boom new toon, write songs in my room
Sleeping with the bride, even though I ain't the groom
Your husband assume, come back with his goons
Put
to
Stay the label and management then
Decided to build our
Band up the grass-roots route they put Hayley
On Fueled by Ramen not making
It known she was
on my shades
Not phased by your hatred
I'm probably a sadist the way that I'm smiling
When snapping on niggas who tested my patience
Y'all should be
the lions to sleep
Take a deep breath, stretch, kick off your footwear
Put on the tape of this record, but beware
Caution, warning, it's your decision
There's
the lions to sleep
Take a deep breath, stretch, kick off your footwear
Put on the tape of this record, but beware
Caution, warning, it's your decision
There's
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
names, yeah
Huh, called you brother once so I won't shit up on your name, yeah
But that's just me, won't fold under heat
I'll never put my niggas in
a pocket full of money, bank roll on fat
These hoes stay in line or get they grill straight knocked out
Stay in line or get put out your own house
I be hard
feeling wrong
The knife that you put in my back that I've been sleeping on
Let em know I'm just too s-e-r-i-o-u-s about this shit
I'm bout to shit up on ya
and Em
Then what? Detox drops what we got then
So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do
Gambling every time we put a record
out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and
Shoot a video for it,
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
wanna get wine drunk by my side
Baby, we can stay mellow
We can make this apartment paradise, oh oh
Baby I'll put a record on
And we'll dance until
of the way
Or by following the confident person
A bold act can put people on their
Heels and eliminate obstacles in this way
It creates it's own favorable
shallow as drugs
Always catching the next flight, surface level every night
And as soon as your record dies
Career will be right behind
To each their own
I
Danielle:
If people try to put you down
Just walk on by don't turn around
You only have to answer to yourself
Lucy:
Don't you know it's true what they say
In
the Boogie", let the record work (uh-huh)
And put me on like you Red Alert (uh-huh)
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like three the hard way,
yeah
I love how it puts me in a trance yeah
You said that I changed
I've been distant yeah
You know our love
Doesn't have to end yeah
Make a wish
Your
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go
got the patience just to keep up with yo-? stop
Do you want the name that I got given by my pops?
For the record, that record just wasn't hot
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