Lyrics:
Hey Jake Paul, I'm back
Cha$e D'Amico accepting the challenge
Jake Paul getting roasted
Spreading the word out, you know
That's who I am
Wrote
to the bar
One slippery tory said now paul
You're manners aren't nice at all
Turn back, don't be an old hep cat
The right people don't sing like that
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
bitch I'm here
Paul revere
Run an tell yo bitch I'm here
Paul revere
Run an tell yo bitch I'm here
Paul Revere
Tell yo bitch that I'm outside (That I'm
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us, we're dangerous
Cock back aim and bust
Lady Luck, Paul
But it sure as eggs looks like we've bumped into it!
It's too bad, but we're floating by too fast to ask them."
Old Paul yanked his slouch hat down
And grinding and grinding
Gyal dip and bounce start whining
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, Zeen
(We got dough) You could tell by what we driving
right
(See they say) that's not right
I bet yo bikes ain't louder than mine
(Tell em daddy)
I bet yo rims ain't higher than mine
(Tell em daddy)
I
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
Aye, Sean Paul, gimmie the light
Run wit my team, i got a beam
I got a block, i got a r e a d
I'll put a ad on you boy
With a delay
Make sure your
real, sorry if it don't show
But unlike love and hip hop, girl, this shit right here ain't for show
Like Sean Paul say you better get busy
Pon de replay,
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
proclaim it
Like Paul do
I ain't ashamed
Ain't no other name
Under Heaven
That can save us but
Jesus, The Way
I ain't tryna be compromised
Other rappers be
that, Rick Ross rip that
Khaled go hard dog, talk to 'em, Paul Wall
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
Keeping that sword right by me
But my armor rests up in my soul
I got the Holy Ghost
Keeping that sword right by me every night I lay
That's how we
(yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy
polluted by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
We are
trying to have some fun with no tweets and no fleets
And I’m still a panhandle pro baby
No correlation I just thought that you should know baby
This aint
Caught you slipping got you tripping right now, right now
I've been whipping 'bout a minute by now, by now
I've been missing on a mission right now,
Paul said "that's yo ass boy"
He said "you still need that work that you asked for?"
Dropped it all on his lap it was four and a half raw
Tony he
car, yeah, in your fast car
Paul Simon, talk to 'em
[Paul Simon]
When that fast car picks you up
You will have no choice
You may hear the tires
(yeah)
Will on the right side do with the wings stamped on the door
It's the street family boss, I land by the shores
Get pampered by whores, eat scampy
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