Lyrics:
faces who don't put no makeup on it
Everyone who twerks but only to Big Freedia
Get up on the floor
We bout to get it like we mean it
Get it like ya mean
too
Am I you?
Or am I me?
I dont' know who to be
CHORUS
What do I mean to you?
Do you mean anything to me?
What do I mean to you?
Do you mean anything
All of that mean muggin don't mean nothin' All of that mean muggin don't mean nothin'
nigga All of that mean muggin don't mean nothin
All of that
doors, whip
Whip city then ice that crack gold
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherfucker
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherfucker
Hello, hello, I'm mean
underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
I mean, really, really, I mean, you guys,
What can I say, you guys are my favorite band
You
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
I gotta get it by any mean
Yea
I gotta get it by any mean
My niggas play with them things
I gotta get it by any mean
I gotta get it by any mean
Any
and stick up ya mans
Paper by any means gone always be the motto full throttle
As I swerve of with a fist full of cash no clint eastwood
But the dirty harry
Lavish (Ah)
Life style
Wattayamean
Yes sir
I was with Jane and Marie
I met them right down by the beach
Told them we in love with the streets
They
mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo I'm eye of a tiger inside the head of a liar
Give 'em pure hell brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by
There's nothing I can do"
He's a mean man, but it's my man (my man)
My man alone
He's a mean, mean one
A son of a gun
He keeps me by the telephone
There's nothing I can do"
He's a mean man, but is my man (my man)
My man alone
He's a mean, mean one
A son of a gun
He keeps me by the telephone
to myself
And denying everyone else some honesty
Well my optimisms shakey
Like a ship in the sea
I get by by any means
And keep the light over me
I get by by
Gotta wear my nice clothes
Finesse her by all means
I'm not Pinocchio
There's no strings attached
Check out my portfolio
In the green unmatched
That
wish for a wife, Robert?
Don't, you're a lucky son of a gun right now
Hang in there
Actually, I didn't wish for anything
Whadaya mean you
other space
Push each others buttons
One can't speak shit without
The other one buttin we talk a lot of shit
But it don't mean nothing
I say that I'm
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
to roll up on the block on the east side
I crack enough forties by the sea side
Lose a nigga every week to a drive by
Whole bookshelf of stories behind
to roll up on the block on the east side
I crack enough forties by the sea side
Lose a nigga every week to a drive by
Whole bookshelf of stories behind
Gucci cold like some ice cream
Got a problem nigga fight me
This a O.G.D. type beat
Produced by your wifey
Niggas talking like they mean something
Niggas
like taser
All that I want
Is all that you got
Earthquake
I'm shaking
You rock my world by saying
All the things that I want to hear
Whispering in my
모두가 잠에 들고
가로등 불빛이 켜지면
그림자와 손을 맞잡고
춤을 추는 그 사람
어쩌면, 그래 어쩌면
이 세상이란 무대 위를 즐기는 건
그뿐일지도 몰라
아아 어쩌면, 그래 어쩌면 oh oh
I mean, bye bye all
I mean, bye bye all
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo the streets
Things
(Ye)
(Ye)
(Ye)
(Verse 1)
How could you mean It?
How could you mean it?
I took my time
From the studio
Now I be up in the booth
I'm rapping bout
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