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Vogue
Whitney Houston, Mary J. Blige, the Queens IMO
cl B Sure, Immature or IMX with the New Jack
Keith Sweat, Boyz 2 Men, Color Me Badd on those smooth
the world turns muthafucka that burns like mase
when dre dog is in ya face
so come nigga, but im a come quicker
finger nails will make ya call me jack
been gettin, all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand before my album got dropped
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
Look at me
I been gettin, all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand before my album got dropped
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
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
been down so low just to get me up by drinkin' anything I can find
But now when they say Jones what are you on I just smile and say, loveshine.
I found
stepping on my toes)
And I don't wanna jump in a hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own
(I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's
em run
They call me boss my bloody shoes are louboutins
I didn't tell you how I got it out the mud
Did alot of
Ten toes on my jack Jones
Did
and ain't take the tag off
Playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
To see thugs in harmony,
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
I been gettin', all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand before my album got dropped
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
I been gettin, all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand before my album got dropped
And I'm only 23 I'm the shit now look at me
really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
(I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
What you really want me ta do)
Nah
of that damn nawf, grab the mic straight run his mouth
Candy blue what you see me floss, when I pull the lac up out the house
Big boss of that damn nawf,
will make ya call me jack the ripper
And then I'll crack yo back like a flower seed
Punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed
Dre dog won't
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
me You will not never forget about me
I got zippers on my jeans, on my shoes And on my jacket, by the way
These jeans are equipped with a highly daily
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
By a Rope
Not a killa, But don't push Me I just, Want the doe
Really from, New jack city Call me, Nino
I'm the man, With them Grams on the, Low bro
revenge
Snaked by so many so called freinds
Thankyou for the pain it made me rase my game
I've seen the bottom now
I'm ready for the top
Let them talk there
This is dedicated to all them fuck
Ass lists you left me out
All them conversations 'bout New York
I wasn't mentioned, like I moved or something
-
And it was from you i was so pleased that I
Had to sit down and type an immediate reply
Even though Ken is shouting at me to get on
With a script he
But it matters to us"
They want something that feeds off my pain
So I wrote them this album
These lyrics the only thing keeping me sane
Yeah I know I
you brick
It's what makes me tick
The way the team decided by just one kick
Now do the grand slam, damn
Take you back so far, I got you flyin' Pan Am
I
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