Lyrics:
Playing heads or tails
Couple Ralphs, One O, and a nigga L
J Pesh and Fx
We still still got the gel
Catch us on her back side
She gone pop it well
Now its
J Cole at, next to fort Bragg where the soldiers Mac
Catch me up in Raleigh NC State, Glenwood Ave taking a drink break, chilling with
yeah
You know it's nice to meet ya
It's J-o-v-a-n, and though I shouldn't have to spell it, but it's time I teach ya
You claiming that you be running
what's inside, opposite a holy angel
He's my twin that's so ungrateful, he's my twin that's so unstable
Name is Caspr the Ghost Rapper, J's demon his
a jumper
I got sued by my idol, ain't that shi sad
Cause I made a remix and it got the nigga mad
But ya boy won, cause I went and broke a leg
Luck was
they Turner-All by all types of rings and j clothes
I went and got some Ernie Ball strings and a rig for shows
Wig-wearin' hoes love my long solos
Sitting down at this mic by myself
You know at BasedWorld Studios
Feeling like this
Motown but on a way different level
Real hip hop
Some niggas
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! yeah!
Yeah! BME Cliq
This ya boy Lil'Jon
A lot of y'all niggas be talkin'
'bout air force ones and shit (OK)
About Adidas
the youngin when you 'bout 50
You'll take a piece with ya
These a thousand dollars each sneaker
The rich righteous teacher
Fucked your bitch for some Rihanna
Keep up [x8]
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Drippin blood, droolin necks
Hangin' upside down tied ankles and wrists
No evidence no forensics left
Chase me all ya
Don't bang my line about no pounds
You know im stacked up got plenty
Bitch watch ya mouth keep talkin down
You gone catch 9 jus like 50
That choppa round
days, I was hungry and bummin
Catch up the next, I'ma strut me a diamond
I just hit me a scam, put some cheese in my stomach
How bout some J-Ball? I'm
the toasters
A middle child, wish me and my brothers were closer
I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to
And remember it takes two people
the dressing room prayer
That we came out to light it up and put it in the air
That's real, so holler back at ya boy, step aside Leroy
To all my ladies, who
knucklehead with me
My man J.J. Brown
On some bully shit
Bringin heat on the beats
stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers
[Verse 1]
Give me a beat and listen
hit the club
But I was scrapin' by and I was high
Thought to myself I said what the fuck
I walked in with an evil grin proceeded walkin' over to the bar
pack up in air celebration required
Smokin on a log, room filled up with fog
He like what that smell, i said love banned by the law
Forget what you saw
that's my movement I will
I missed his artery by an inch I need some improvements damn
I got them judging me together they think I'm stupid that's what
this insatiable wanting that I can’t describe
Cuz this world will tantalize & make ya fantasize
Like the dancer with the manic eyes and the magic thighs
I got like 10 in this bitch man this Ruger will still wack him
Niggas ducking static
When I hop out the V niggas vanish
I thought ya'll was tough what
to E
I f on that bitch no respect ima G
I'm Hercules like the song made by me
I never had a f thing I'm stepping
Y'all J walking call police
I am a king
any of ya
Fuck what you say
You was never playing with me
Be right back, be right back
T-Balls
I'm Tony Allen with the D-J
Best in the league
can tell by the helix
You a pussy nigga, bitch, I'm finna call you Felix
I don't give a fuck about your mothafuckin feelings
I'm breaking through
gave you the bag you would line me
If they push up on me catch a huh, If they push up on me catch a body
Always promised that you would stand by me
When
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