Lyrics:
motherf***er
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherf***ers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
a dj
Shawty put me on replay
Shawty put me on replay
I could pretend but i vent to my den
My dogs ain't dogs we roar like lions
I could do good in
to my face
I Hope This Song Set's It Straight That I Am A Rhymer and I mean business
I Am Inspired By lyricists and my Pen Game proves it
I Am talking
go
Nah turn by turn brother shey you know
Owo owo o aje ni mo pe o
Ibimade made majubelo
moyagbera make blessings no pass me by
All alone nobody by
Belong To You
Always and Forever, damn
I'm So Proud To Be Loved By You
Cause Just The Touch Of You
Got me, Fiending for you to be Forever My Lady
Wishing
myself
I tie-dyed my life by making a noose out of my suit tie
At the end of my sentence, I put dot dot dot
Cause simply it's just not the end of my
You've took something that belongs to me and I'm gonna get it back
If you care even a little for yourself
You would put it back all by yourself
You
Just pretend that we belong together
Once upon a time wanted you out of my head
I just want your body on my half of the bed
Your games drive me insane
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Chorus:
for a real thug
This is not a game
I'm from Compton too, shoutout to Game
Give me a pair of shoes
Finna skydive off the peak of my career
Though it's
pranks and laughing hard
I wonder why this time has passed me by
I wish you'd call to make it right again
So take me back
To the streets of my youth
Take
the George Jetson of this DJ shit
What, PE nigga
You other niggas Ms cleo with it
Know that shit, hahah
Welcome to the future my nigga, ah!
Hand me that crown
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Hahahahahahahaha
Niggas won't admit
It's gettin hard for me to miss
Even when skeetin on ya bitch
Number one seed on top her lip
A nigga winning I'm evil grinning
icin' like Tyson
I'm grippi' the mic and, my DJ is slicin'
I'm tired of motherfuckers steppin' to me with the SAME OLD
Tryin' to do me like Nintendo
lost it all
Bounce back stand tall
Real ones don't talk
This game on lock by me
Why don't you go and see
Uhh; Yeah
Say less, do more
Grind like its
Writings on the wall
Waited for your call
It’s a quarter past four
And I’m still waiting for you
You could’ve let me know
Before you left me by
waiting till I’m famous (I know we don’t belong, cause by then I will be gone)
Watch for, watch for me
Watch for, watch for me
Wish I could trust ya cuz
from this game I'ma have to say never
We bakin, it's cakin, your life'll get taken
Don't be a eyewitness if I'm not mistaken
You snitchin, just listen
in me by the state,
I hereby sentence you to be incarcerated with no possibility of parole,
for life
Life? whale' ya' mean life? I ain't got a life!
motherfucker
Turn me up some
Yo
Oh shit
Who those motherfuckers
Comin' in here?
No, it can't be
Ah
Yo yo, gimme some room
I'm throwin' elbows
rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you
hiphop à Notre Dame?
Où sont passés tout les boogies, tout les chilling et tout les Jam?
''DJ Sports is in the game!'', tournoi HangTime
Neg est pouchon
Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, ?The Game over?, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got
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