Lyrics:
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
Sooner or later you prolly will realize that I am the one who is hot
Most of these niggas are phony
And if you don't know it yet I am the one who is not
face, Marty Van Gogh
I need a Keisha like Coca Vango
Sippin’ that purple like Juandissimo
It’s 2 am, bumpin’ Nina Simone
Got a real bitch, this ain’t no B
that. Pretty
personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I
mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want
at the hotel
But we ain't talkin' Cassidy
We fuck ya bitch and it's a tragedy
My man said he gotta get
Up in that halfway house
So that mean he halfway in
(Ya'll don't know right here this is the next single featuring
My man Talib Kweli, called Mood Swing, we gonna do it like this why'all)
You can
he's got a bigger car, got a better watch?
That doesn't bother me, she really ain't material
It's all the little things they do that put the fear in
else that makes this tune complete
Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
It
and make you want me (yo)
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake (yeah)
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
p that's why they mad at me
Leave a legacy like Nina Simone I ain't the next Malcolm I'm the first Basheer Jones
Leave a legacy like Nina Simone I
you mean it, show it
And if you ever need it or want it, I got you, you know this
And if you ever home alone and need a little company, I'll swing
It don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing
Doowap doowap doowap doowap doowap doowap doowap doowaaaaaap
It don't mean a thing all you got
but it's a pity you're gone
Niggas ain't know mine, cuz they know it, and I'ma do it big
That's why the Techa Nina never ever got a problem getting
don't really wanna hear it
Hurt the people that are dearest
And it took my soul, that's why they call it Spirits
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal
of him
It's a lot of 'em and I mean a lot of 'em
And me and Nina used to follow them
I've got to audibly body them
And this is it man, the hitman,
I got a frown, you got a frown
All God's chillun got a frown on their face
Take no chance with that frown
A song and a dance, turn it upside down
phone i don’t ever wanna see ya
Block hot everybody got a Nina
Cold winter still trapping out the Beamer
Shorty lying if she say she never seen us
got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip (they ain't gotta trip)
While we swing and dip
'Cause we
and make you want me (yo)
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake (yeah)
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
numbers and then got low
Called you up a lot though, found out that you not ho
Several trips to my show, shot me with your cross bow
We used to kick it
Solo grabbing that baretta
He'll solve em
Don't know why you running through my city
Man, you ain't fit
Just worried, when you around
I got a bullet with
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
Convey the message you are trying to get across
Having these dreams and I ain't feeling alright
What does it mean when I can't swing in a fight
giving them tips
If it ain't about the money they ain't ever commit
Bella Madness comes alive but the bitch got no tits
She be tellin' all the truth ain't
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