Lyrics:
Yea
Lights on and its showtime
My time
Game time
We tip off I turn up throw lob city it's bang time
M-V-P its LeBron James
Like a freight train
Nintendo Wii
She count that cash for me
She throw it back for me
She roll that backwood sweet
Tatt my name on your cheek
Trap game obsolete
I just feel so
Turn athlete when we slide on the backstreet
Am a money man
Teach you to get trappy
Get tappy
Add one to the tally
Sweet one wanna arching and
Then am
gone teach, live life easy sweet like a peach
Know it sound far fetched know it sound steep
Know it sound hard bet know it sound weak
Regret my mistakes
pounds like James Brown give 'em ?Hot Pants?
I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot
and it's looking oh so sweet
Tinted windows and I'm rolling down high street
We them boys no, no, no, no, not backstreet
This the life make it count no
Debbie Dean-Dennis Lussier- James Kuroki
I'm gonna make it, I will wait for you
I'm gonna make it, I will wait for you.
When you went away
till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I'm beating her
yourself together, do it soon
My soul's on fire, come on and take me
I'll be what you make me, my darling, my sweet
Oh baby, you make me feel so good
to this by now
I know I ain't
Thought I'd be used to this by now
I know I ain't
I've just been daydreaming
Now I'm okay this evening
Can't believe it so
Ima
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
caught up, hit the backstreet
Only need a bitch to set him up, I know my opp sweet
Bitch don't turn me up, I really keep a fuckin' heater
German
You say na your girl
na just your turn
Share our blessing
turn by turn
Her name na blessing
And she like to come
When she hear money
She dey stick
(Grim, don’t do it to em)
You niggass don't even get picked in a pickup
Y'all niggas lazy y'all can't do a sit-up
Got a couple bands in the back seat
This is the remix baby
We got S James on the beat
S James on the beat o
DM on this one o
Give it to me, give it to me
American love baby give it
hooka smokes
She gives me headdaches man
And when my sack gets low
Sweet Mary swings on by
Breaks me off something proper
?That bowl king sized swagger?
I went down to that St. James infirmary
I heard sweet baby groan
Nobody down there could cheer me
'Cause I know that she'd soon be gone
As I was
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
together, do it soon
My soul's on fire, come on and take me
I'll be what you make me, my darling, my sweet
Oh baby, you make me feel so good
Let me take
You can catch me rolling
Through the backstreets
Recollect with a fat sweet
Mind running like athletes
Scratching my rap sheet the pain is wreaking
hang by the backseat
I know you had boys that would chill in the backstreet
I been a dog so don't pat me
Because most the time I'm not proud
You getting
nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off 'cause his raps
nigga say my name watch the priest reaction
Sweet Jones or Sweet James? Switched my name and finger fucked the game
The nigga fell off 'cause his raps
body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
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