Lyrics:
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
of the camry
Assault and battery when they try to battle me
I do this to toughen them up Its necessary
I'm parked outside of my sons elementary
Waiting for
Ha-ha, yeah (ha)
Rest in peace, rest in peace
Rest in peace, rest in peace, yeah (bitch)
RIP, RIP, RIP, RIP, hey (I hope you niggas die)
(DJ
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Hmm, look like DJ Chose)
Your mama must be fine (hey, fine)
Your granny must be fine (hey, fine)
Your aunty
brother
I'm not nice tonight, cause you got me in a Gun Fight
Yeah, the cap peeler, big drug dealer
I already had to kill the man
Called up Raymond who is
no funny actin'
And it was me that introduced Mini to money bags and (Queens in the house)
Grandmaster Vic (Queens in the house)
The DJ's Disco
your motorcycle", bet
"Kit, Ricky Rick, pick up, forget old Michael"
Well, here came the DJ, trucks to say the least
"Ayo, let me hear the tape, it's
to the perfect tempo
Perfect reason just to grab your girl and not let go
Baby
I know you wanna leave with a nigga like me
Baby
You can hope in the whip take
a hundred million songs by drake
But if you met the bunny let me guess you'll ask for a pic to post and impress
Put it on social and say it's lit but behind
myself and the DJ
(Me myself and the DJ)
Fake smile
Let it go
I don't need that shit, no
Ain't gonna be who I'm not
So you'll like me more
Love me
got Bobby by the pound, King of SC
DJ Skrew up in the gallon, bitch the game belongs to me,
I got...
HOOK:
Money on the Dress, Drive a Compressor
Top
Stroll like a gangsta think you lost when I finish
Grab me a skeezer, head towards the booth
Cause I'm not only a king, I'm supreme.. and I'm cool!
{*dj
label
(in collaboration with DJ Khaled, DJ Pharris
And the producer Hit Boy) predictably
The pharmaceutical combine Novartis
Objected to
The title
that your pockets get swole, whoa, hey, yeah-yeah
Let me take it back, yeah let me take it back, we reminiscin'
(Take it back one more time for me, DJ
don't fuck wit' you (Huh, no tussle)
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em (DJ Khaled)
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em (Wraith boys)
I still got
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin' me
'cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern
the gift of gab
to grab the mic, cause I'm sorta like
Vincent Price, but you never been so nice
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice
Kickin ass
not ready for the song to end
I see my shadow dancing fast, he's sexy
I have accepted nothing lasts, it don't vex me
On and on and
Death is my DJ
put me in it, I win it
The mission is music and rhythm
Rhythm backed by words, all in my system
System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in
samples, this for example
Are made by the 45 King, so cancel
Your plans of moving to the front lines
He's a DJ, producer, and mind you a friend of mine
I
wanna see me with my face down
Laying on the ground like a snake to get mauled on
But hell no I's a boss in my own frame
Me and you is not the same so
".. "Mad!".. "So.. so.. so sick"
"DJ".. "Mad!".. "Sicker than AIDS"*}
{*"Break it on down.." - repeat 3X*}
{*"Hit me!" - scratched repeatedly*}
[Paris]
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