Lyrics:
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
summarizing the album for all you listeners
And Essentially what happened was there was a bee
he had to become a Better Man because he was with this bug
We
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
You oughta know by now (You oughta know by–)
You should never argue with
A crazy
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
can't go there no more
Ice on me like I just stepped out the snow
Now you  looking at Santana on the globe
(Alright)
It's been a long long long long
Santana seka Nzambi
Beto kele ntantu sambu masumu
Beto yituka nki na yonso kele kwisa
Beto bakisa yau mbote by and by
Bima mingi kele ve
Bu muyoyo ya
slow
She caking that's fa sho but just know I'm in album mode
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
you
Should reach for me
When you're chained by the pain
I'll be there to set you free
I'll give you love i'll lift you up
I'm the one who'll be around
a rap,
I have multiple showing, she one in a milli,
Now its colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies,
[Juelz Santana]
Sorry, I gotta go I
money on the jewels
Juelz than Santana
Cause that's the fine you pay
When you shine this way
If it ain't about no money
Then that crime don't pay
See I
malattie e non mi hai chiamato Silvio
Primi album ho dato troppo per poco, io devo dirlo
Da coca a Coca-Cola, Armani, impara a diluirlo
Impara a dare cola
game getting wild
Eminem fired back at MGK
We got a surprise album from B and Jay
LeBron got gone, left for LA
And I still wanna know who bit Beyonce
Sheen (Sheen)
Lade nach drücke ab, ganz ohne Alibi (rrrah)
Stop! Drop! (okay, okay)
Mein Album und alle drehen ab, Digga (du weißt)
Mein
everything around me
Like a panorama and burn rubber with the
Ghost of Princess Diana
I'm like Santana: pullin' strings
In the game
While slaves emulate their
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
up by 6am
up by 6am
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Yes, um, gloves, draws, socks, tees
All made by Ralph Lauren
No shades, just my eyeballs watching them
Tattoos on top of them
Igloos for watches
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