Lyrics:
Ladies and gentleman
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Check it out
Boys boys
Bad Boys Blue
I really don’t know the games that you play
I don’t know if
I'm the boss, I'm that boy
I want millions with Floyd
I shine bright in the dark
I'm a beast, where my feast?
Honey me, I'm a bee
I'ma trap with
G Mix! I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream
Crime orientated that's how the west was
G Mix! I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream
Crime orientated that's how the west was
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
Pieces)
'PIECES' a portion or an object or a material produced by breaking or tearing the whole (Skatta'd Pieces) (Skatta'd Pieces)
A written musical
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
that is the industry's offended
When I made your labels dusted by a fucking independent.
Strange music, dude, fuck if you believe in it.
Don't know
a million decisions
I'm tryna be well
I can tell by the way you sitting that you need help
But every time I look at you
I fall into your spell
You got me
'd) Motherfucker comes out
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) Sells a couple of million records
(I never knew I, knew I, knew I'd) And these motherfuckers hit
a million times
You wanna know what I've ever wanted
Was to feel a piece of mind
I can't ever feel good by myself
Light again what'll make me blind
Cause
the pass
I'm living different from the bull shit That they did was bad
I'm going harder than yesterday just to Get the bag
A piece of paper that control us
I know you're tired a picking up the pieces of my life
And if the truth was known I'll bet you're tired of being my wife
And I know there's only so
You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin',
You ain't
Intro
Its your million dollar voice English Fire introducing the hottest song in the world English yardie by Yung Saber Dollar Steamaz & Crate
Yeah
Insights of the mind
Wild times
Only quarters on hand
I done lived a million lifetimes on the fringes
I have put a king down and killed his
Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead
the porch
Felt like I was fast yeah
I lost my freedom and grandma the same year
(the same year)
I got back out, made a million the same year
(same year) my
I just wanna live lyfe let a nigga get high
See what a million like before a nigga die
Bitch I'm trying to get paid lay up and get blazed
And niggas
as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh)
She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man)
Only thing missin is about
I can't stand the feeling when you mad at me
Girl yo love one in a million I won't treat you badly
For you I'm more than willing if you ever ask me
the building
Smoking weed with ghetto children
Hustling tryna get a million
I don't know a better feeling
Buy some diamonds get a grill and
Fill the crib with
Hall 2018
(Mix Tape Version) OTHERGROUND 2018
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2021
Intro:
For my elders and ancients... I shall proceed and continue to rock
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