Lyrics:
on my bigger stash
I see it play by play waiting on that perfect pass
Rushing to the goal line step swift rush fast
It's like the business this music
Shit,
Mickey Sun
Lou Bloodshots
DJ Birdie
M1
E-Dub, Motherfucker
You don't wanna mess with these brothers
Sheeeet
Bitch
I'm comin' through stuntin
mofo's
Prêts à drive by sur le fly avec le 4'4
Versace, Versace, verse à chier
Toujours le même flow pis votre flow est à chier
Nine millimeters, my
Said "if you really want to dance boy I'll tell you where you can start"
Start by ordering me a couple of shots
And a whiskey and coke on the rocks
That
'Int'a ll'armadio, Luis Vuitton e Gucci
Testa 'a fore, fumma solo blue cheese
Quanno 'a chiude mette adinto duje g
N''a dà a nisciuno però è na bitch
(Dj Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Man
Sheesh, man
Uh, damn
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (good job, sheesh)
See how I'm coming,
Dziś zajęty trasą koncertową
Droga jeszcze długa
Dalej przed siebie
Nie pierwszy i ostatni raz przychodzi taki czas
Że się odchodzi tylko po to by
It's hard to make it
Gettin' harder every day
It's Hell tryin to make it
When you're doin it by yourself
It's Hell payin taxes
When there's no
head they got no choice
I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
everyday watch out for the boys in blue
nigga I use
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
Maybach
DJ Khaled!
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
yeah, aww shit they shine them blues up on my candy
they said somebody done dropped the dime but these
playa hatas can stand me
and now
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's a rockin' rhythm record
I want my jockey to play
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
Hi you, yes you, eyes blue, I’m new
High school, fly shoes, young shmoo, debut
Hi you, yes you, eyes blue, I’m new
High school, fly shoes, young
LEFT EARPHONE
London Left side so live
Oh my you know I love you
My only lonely London blues
Suede Blue shoes
I took the tube when It wasn't full
doobies
Walk in the room like im blue cheese
Along with a couple of few G's
I noticed the ladies ask who he's, they'll loose me
They asking for wada, we
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
and blues
But thank y'all for tuning in to 104.5 After nine
Next song coming up is Girls in Miami by my boy 9 A.M. MJ
I got girls in Miami that I haven't seen
hair can't be nappy!"
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G
A disease, created by leprosy
Don't speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say,
friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do what ya do
Blew what ya blew
Screw what ya screw
Y'all professional like DJ Clue, pulling on my coat
Fatal shit like Lu cane
Lu cane
Playing shit like 2k
Bouta Make a movie like blue ray
Bout to get the guap by Tuesday
Tuesday
April first no fools day
Nigga I gotta get
Cutthroat
Nigga I gotta get
Cutthroat
Big blue bands
I want those
Alexander wang
Gotta cop those
Filled that bitch with lots
a TV blooper,
Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper,
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite,
I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue
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