Lyrics:
Lord I'm gonna praise ya tonight
Lord I'm gonna praise ya tonight
Lord I'm gonna praise ya tonight
Cause you been so good to me
Yea I'm gonna praise
sexy body
Shine your flashlight
Get your rump out on the floor
You got to shine the light because things ain't right
Funk signs up, makes for
don't really know shit
And they never did
And it scares me
Because now I'm just a grown up who doesn't know shit
But one thing is I do know this
good it don't mean I'd hit it
And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit
Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed
And just
what i do,
what I'm into
I'm proud of what My Mama always say
Nothing is a sure thing , even a great talent can crash and burn
Used to be my homey
That Joe Payne
I'll be no good to ya
He's a Payne by name
And a pain by nature
Ooh-woah-oh
That Joe Payne
I'm gonna ruin your life
Cos he's a Payne
By
myself I be making songs cause a I'm really so depressed
But I make em for the one's that need the help with mental health
Never for myself I just need
took a knee
I said excuse me officer what you still stopping me for
I'm just over here trying to update my song
He said you better shut your trap
the nightfall
Have your would by the nightfall
They may have your soul by the nightfall
They stealing the dreams and may have your soul by the nightfall
Look I'm
Cobra
Life's cards are on the table but this ain't a hand of poker
And I'm quick to scar your face up leave you looking like the Joker
Homies shoot for
bread and flip pies
Handle our own, so don't worry 'bout us on this side (We good)
When the shit fly, the whole clique ride
Matter of minutes before your
son what a heck of a thing
A man could get rich making that bird sing
And I could feel this wild idea coming on strong
And besides I'm sitting here
the cup, order it up
Who am I drinking tonight?
You might not have guessed
Judging by my heels and lacy dress
I'm a wide-neck Gretchen, Loretta Lynn
I'm like Matthew McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She
lot for me (yeah) to settle (walk on by)
Yeah, said my happiness is all of your misery
I put good dick all in my kidneys (walk on by)
This Margiel'
You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really don't (you don't even know)
But I, I'm feelin' good about
You see the magazines and
Me on your TV screens and
You think you know me but you really don't (you don't even know)
But I, I'm feelin' good about
beat by beat
Baby can't you see, if you the bird then I'm the bees
In other words your keystone species
She love me
She love me, she love me not
I guess
she goin' go down
Maybe I would of slowed down if I knew what I know now
I'm Scooby I know I'm dumb
It cud get fuckin' old but it's good I'm young
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
Diggi-diggi-diggi-dick
It feels good to grab the mic and just allow yourself to chat
The master of the microphone is here and he's black
Recitin poetry,
of shit on my plate
But the goal was to eat
Just hope your hunger is great
If not, they preying on you
Ya family praying over you
A lot of bowed heads
Cause I’m stressed out from these newscasts that been blasting through my speakers
I’m talkin bigger things than your twitter feed
Brothers dead and gone
purty
Got thoughts through my mind all of them dirty
To get to the rap game I gotta change my name
It ain't no thing it's just gotta contain "bling"
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