Lyrics:
from the present. I savor the moments. Noelle often writes her own songs and has written songs with me.
And writing this album. Noelle fell asleep
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do"
In 1970, David Peel's second album came
Number three, wasn't for the dance crew
But it gave me a chance to see
Who was REALLY down with BDP
I set the warm milk, in the glass
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah,
Uh, Perfecto
Kid took time with a pencil
Everybody wonder where his head go
I just had a dance with the devil
Huh, Yo, Perfecto
Everybody wonder
tiger eyes)
Like the sunrise you caught me by surprise
It's time to say goodbye, see you next time
Constant highs, we've shared some lives
Looking in
off
Steady working on the album
Racking up the missed calls
Fucking niggas on the first night
What is with yall
I'm a hypocrite, I still will put you in
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God
But because you still alive
He got me praying that the spiritual is real
So I
Bitch, you know how hard I was stressing
Please don't call me with weekend plans
I rippin' out all my hair
And bitch, I don't even dance
But sometimes
Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
rackin 'n capping the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack
This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat
And that's simply elementary Walton
So
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
deprived because I'm paranoid, I gotta watch my back
It doesn't matter where I'm at, I'm dropping albums back to back
Compare me to a beast, I'm equivalent
waiting on my albums
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
Rhyan, it’s happening
Phone blowing up, and all his homies want to rap with him
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
on
Play the album zion
By kayban let the dance on
Fell a couple of times
On my fucking way up
Still i never give up
On my dreams no fucking up
The beat drop
I wonder what celebrities will tweet, "R.I.P."
When it's announced that I'm dead on TMZ
Bury me with a million likes
And put me in the algorithm
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
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