Lyrics:
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
J-Kwon]
Now all my life (derty) I've been livin' (derty)
And I'ma keep it (derty) until I'm gone (derty)
So where ya at? (derty) so where ya at? (derty)
J-Bo and Sean Paul.
Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin em all.
On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls.
I been cool 'cause (these) niggaz is
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
what you be's bout
I mean for tonight ho
If I break them trees out
Pull them Double D's out
So I can J Holiday that ass
Before I leave's out
Holla
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
huggin' the watch
I'm nice with the flow man
But I'm getting paid from the blow man
Shit, I'm stuck in the spot
Hook
J.R. Writer:
Better have my money
heart(J)
My feelings for you are hopeless, break one's heart(Ay)
Separation is the best way to break the barrier(Uh)
But I don't wanna kiss it
Her, pussy is
girlfriend? Girlfriend, what's your name?
My name is J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
Jill Scott representin' North Philly, y'all
J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
Jill Scott representin'
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
[Hook]
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't
(hey!) fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!), shaded, with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby!
COMES
NEAR MY PATH...SHOUT OUTS TO THE J RATHS AN THE WHOLE LB STYLE ITS ALL RITE
CHORUS:
ITS ALL RITE (X6)
VERSE TWO (FREAKY TAH)
ALL ALL ALL S'ALL
those who say they are of GOD but really are of Satan (Satan)
I wrote a song about him, it'll be on the album, it's the next track
You should play it,
1- Deorsey Ardae]
I get the bread by the loaf
I hit the gas and it go
I get the head then Im gone
Im in a class of my own
They know I carry that chrome
(WHO DAT)
...(WHO DAT)
..(Its J-O Bitch)
Before I went and trapped like Boosie
I chose to go to school like Ruby
My niggas move quiet
All your dogs
nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
'Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4
an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and
Didn't write a fuckin'
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, then run the fuckin holidays
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
Inglewoooood!
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
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