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I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ah!
Keep a pen and a pad
Seeing how I played your home girl
Who had it bad for me
I'm like woah, slow down baby
And kick it with your man itta go down crazy
I wanna get to know ya
If you having girl problems I
Feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna
another one, mix it with the faygo
I be makin' cheddar, I be makin' pesos
I don't want your love, get out my fuckin' face hoe
Used me for attention but girl
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
(Intro)
HK Emire (Empire)
Stada Don
Learn to mix the good with the good with the bad (cause)
Everything happens for a reason
Check it
(Verse)
When
Gotta write something new for the visual covid 19's got em all stressed
Got em all stressed
Gotta write something new for the visual covid 19's got
A lover that will understand
Will always be by my side (come on)
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be?
The one for me I need
the talk all action like mimes
Unlock the vault, passing out knives, burn the ashes, you'll try
Who ready for war? It's on, the father that gave the nod
Oh
down for having fun
Walked in the wrong party I was high aint know which one
I aint peep her walking by she said she seen me in the club
In the project x
the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites
don't they know the rules?
Those
Paper bags are stronger than most people give them credit for
Who else is gonna hide your face from people at the door
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
Most of it tears, for fears, but then the clowns disappear
Who we
Do we
Smoking
Who we
Opus MC's, truly
Who's up next to test words I manifest
up, this girl from back in the day has glown up
Now she fuck with me cause she knows that I'ma go up
Baby shake that ass, I just wanna see you throw
on it
As long as you're gettin' what you paid for
That's what it's made for, ain't that what you stayed for?
[Chorus]
Who's that dippin' in
Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the club
We couldn't run it so we take the blade up in the booth
Since we
up
My life has sped up, many years I'm straight up
Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the club
We
If you ever need me girl you got my number
If you're feeling lonely
Girl then just come over, just come over
And mix me up that potion
Take a dose
with my momma on the couch
Like the jeffersons i'm moving on up and i'm out
Penthouse with the butler who waits by the door
To ensure i'm the only
(It's young Llody)
I'm a tear that pussy up
And we ain't making love girl
We fucking in this club
No disrespect to Usher I ain't never been
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
can't find a reason for laughs
Just know that it can't rain always
Never know what the very next door has
Sure that storm felt like a marathon
But it's
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
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