Lyrics:
Good morning, hey ya'll know who it is and
Ya'll know what it is
Hold up, let me make it official
That's right, you know who it is
Mr cool Acer aka
girl
(Creepy girl) , no Juicy J
She's a very trippy girl (Trippy girl) , ayy
These rubber bands gon' make her dance
(Gon' make her dance) , ayy
This
of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising
Death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising
Yo C. Laney catch ya lying
Yo C. Laney, leave some crying
traffic
Told that bitch to drop the lo
“BOOM BOOM”
Catch him lacking
Ain’t no lackin' ya you know that we into it with the opps
You would be the type
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad
Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in
fan.
Keys: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I feel it.
Mitch Maserati: Nah'm sayin', if I'm listening to some new cats, I,
I wanna listen to my man J.C.
Keys: Thats
fan.
Keys: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I feel it.
Mitch Maserati: Nah'm sayin', if I'm listening to some new cats, I,
I wanna listen to my man J.C.
Keys: Thats
How dare you hoes brag
I’m ya house mother
Collecting interest so frequently
Indeed y’all another level
It’s still beneath me
I’m the throne you
Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you bitches cry
Triple bitches talkin shit, fuck you hoes are gonna die
Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
chapter
Bi igbeyi fairytale
Happy ever after
You fit join me oh
Join me or just be a hate
Any which way
Na me dey ball
Catch ya later
Wo na loju olongbo
Wo
by jakes
On my own level upgrading my spaces
Son I'm dumb dumbs invading faces
Making my own rules gin and guava juice
Talk shit, catch a hole in ya
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!"
You
mother, hell yeah
Hey, I do juicy rock this mother for ya, hell yeah
Do New York rock this mother for ya, hell yeah
I took the old school to the new school
the flow, here we go, sickamo'
Let us slip on back into the Blackwards row
Niggas didn't catch it anyway
They pat me on the back, talkin' 'bout "Yeah, J"
Well
(Vapors)
Shorty ass on swole so you know i'm gonna see you later
Flying high Aviator
The sky is the limit, i admire the image
Of a pioneers rise from
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
the call I just
Gotta go and see my dawg
Say you caught up with your friend ayy
Tell me how yo momma been ayy
Wait I gotta catch this call I just
Gotta go
there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
patient, so damn patient
waiting longer, isn't nothing new
that's how i know i'm a catch you
laccin' once i make my move
first time i scraped my rims, i
of mine
I saw you later down on highway 41
Doin' ?bout a hundred and three
I tried to catch ya, but baby I lost ya
Baby won't you come home with me
I want
a drink
I'm going insane
I'm damn near on the brink
Built this shit up by myself
So I hope this don't sink
My girl she catch me cheating
Man Sometimes
I hear ya body calling
I caught it with my banging 'cause my skills are into balling
(Mary J) ain't the way for me
I gets high off my jumpers
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