Lyrics:
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't want you
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Done looked it up done ran it down
Done turning cheeks
of the year's here and that's hearin' me rap (you want it)
Hearin' me rap that straight up, 2020's a dub, nigga
Atlanta the only spot that ain't shut down they
get out of there
But me though, me, me
I don’t run
I ain’t been afraid of nobody, not once
I don’t need no hands out, don’t put ya hand out
Tell em put
other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
to Kalapana
Got a lot of hotties as sweet as Papaya out here
Dishonor will get you cracked
Up in ya mouth without fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck ya wi-fi
up the crowds, manifestation keep me goin'
We gon' turn up our sound
And if there's an issue with Jay, it's already loaded (pop pop)
We don't allow new
staring I double dare it,
What's up doc bugs bunny I'm getting karats,
My ego pop your flop I see the flaws,
When my shit drop I don't stop I do it all,
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
like finisher
Delete her diminisher
Pick it up pick it up
I'm screaming hit em up
Kool aid i fill it up
I do not feel enough
Love she i pin up
Don't
hands clean 'cause I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em, look 'em in the eye
Ask me how I know, it's me, suprise!
Put it in the air, rep where ya
hands clean 'cause I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em, look 'em in the eye
Ask me how I know, it's me, suprise!
Put it in the air, rep where ya
{*"Do it again.."*}
{*"Do it again.."*}
[Intro: Sunny]
Whattup baby, it's ya girl Sunny
Hot 97, a.k.a. the Drama Queen, hahaha
Hangin out with
on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo, throw your hands up why'all it's just love in here
It ain't shit but a thug
knew that, we do that, like it's 'sposed to be done
Back up off me, you gettin too close to me son
It'd be fun if you didn't have a gun
But if you
those hands
We don’t stop, Ingle wood we won’t stop
It’s compton in the house
K-Dot Jay rock nigga shit your drawers
2 deep g rob in your honda accord
going broke again
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
Talkin' money but walkin' funny
Is it any reason why ya'll starvin'
I spell boredom by
karate man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo put your hands up y'all it's love in here
It ain't shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar spendin' thug
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live
promise I'ma "keep moving"
If they don't, "we do it"
The best (Hip Hop)
I swear to give you nothing less
Nothing less
Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again
it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried, so
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me up
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