Lyrics:
wanna, you know, tap in with y'all on this little intro, whatever it may be
You know, my name Ray November
I've been doing music for a long time, you know,
all around me
There's something I can feel
Are you Real?
I'm not sure about what's inside
My lungs are filled by the blood of life
Who are you?
I'm me,
Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin
Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma
Rays brainwashed to transforms me
but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
For
(And this beat from Cash, not fom Youtube)
Plug in the kitchen he whipping that a-rod
Blind by these goofy's im feeling like ray Charles
Gloaw Gloaw
’m looking for a genie
Come and see me with my wishes
If I had one wish
This ain’t Ray J’s song
I’m trying to live my life better
Where is the gray Poupon
I
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
going die tonight
I feel
So cold
10k
Withdrawal
In my bag
By the boatload
Anyone to tell me do it different
Got to let go
Jumping in side to side
If you
DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates
I
kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game
that put me
side quests
I ride in a sleigh imma give niggas a Lyft off
Rocketeer fuck out my face 'fore I get pissed off
Land of the lost Ray J one wish I shitted in
throat, feel this Rollie on your lips
(Ain't that some shit?) Didn't I tell you you should watch your mouth, bitch?
(Verse 2: J-Zone)
You the type to spell
Jackson
Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson
Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson
Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni
Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur
The Funk
on a bitch that look like Kim k and record the bitch I feel like ray j,
I'm never lacking I'm strapped like Johnny cage,
Fuck nigga play burn his ahh like
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
mo' J-U-IC-E
Detroit and Philly hooking up, mo' J-U-IC-E
I said England's coming through, mo' J-U-IC-E
While Miami's gonna do, mo' J-U-IC-E
From London
Uh huh. Yea
It's another beautiful day in the westcoast
I know they feel me though
Uh huh. Let's go
So grateful that I woke up. Another day
[Intro]
Yo, Prince Paul
("yea")
Bust that groove
[Daddy-O]
Well my name is Daddy-O, so
Want you to know, what you want us to know
When I
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
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Género : FUNK SOKA
Intro:
Dame un trago
Tamo en carnaval eh.
Klk
Roba
Morning: feeling bum
Cause I woke up in the street blinded by annoying rays of sun
Crawling up to road
So I picked a random guy I didn't care
touched by silver rain
I love the pale white moon that sits against a jet-black sky
And the red and yellow sunsets they can always make me sigh
But
my iPhone
We shooting a movie i told her just do it show out for the nikon
Hit from the back with my nikes on
Kim k and ray j we icons
Beat it up like
shit
(that raw shit)
I like it
(I like it)
I loves it
(I loves it)
Here we go
It's j.a.y l.I.b Dilla dog hold tha track
Hold tha backs like ya
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
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