Lyrics:
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
go, go, go (remix baby)
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go (Tory Lanez)
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
Look,
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
your
Style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit
My style's strong a likkle bit
You can't scare me with Wing
Chun a likkle bit spit two bars
Draw for
And I'll rise
Let's compromise
Or else
I'll hop a plane
With my guys
QDIII said
It ain't all good
When you sign with a record label
Who ain't
Had
they think of existin'
I'm feedin' my kids in exec's Benz
This how the fuck an exec spends
I'm havin' zoom calls with T-Pain
Screw with the work it's
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
to be me
(I bet you think this song is about you)
What made you think I'd keep you 'round? While I
Work my a- off and you just lounge (come on)
You
to be me
(I bet you think this song is about you)
What made you think I'd keep you 'round? While I
Work my a- off and you just lounge (come on)
You
your game.
Baby you can stay. but I be M.I.A
When this began we were friends
She knew all my business
Knew all my good, all my bad
Said that
No, sing me the other one
My song
Every time you say good bye
I die a little
Mmhmm take off your boots
Every time
You say goodbye
Oh man if I had one
gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together, forgive him before he's dead
Because
I won't cry for you dances
I
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
and take the head off
Pick a bitch up, drop some bread off
Get my dick sucked, take the edge off
Kill that pussy, knock it dead off
Then I fled off
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
and stay low on these dummies
They want me dead, okay here come the mummy
Uh, drop me off somewhere sunny
I just put my studio up in my luggy
I brought me
(ooh) (ayy, my shawty come around I tell her, I got it)
Oh she say (oh-oh) I got it (ooh) (she won't even let you put your hands in your pocket)
I got
Dub it to tape, watch you whip a grin
While I speak to my mens about the world problems
And girl problems with no immediate way to solve 'em
But I'm
lemme take your hand
Take you out for a dance or do a drive by with the Benz
But who hurt you babygirl? I can leave an ex dead
She help my mental health,
sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my
sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
to speed
Let me off my, take me off the leash (leash)
(I wanna be hand in hand with you)
Keep me up to speed (keep me up to speed) (with nothing but
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