Lyrics:
down the drain
It just goes to show I wasn't paying attention
Things just worsened day by day
In every way.
Chorus:
oh, oh look at me
I'm
of takin' over, soldiers be deep in the street,
Slangin' heat, nothin' sweet, playin' games for keeps,
Many thugs out in the blood, six deep in the mud,
And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie
The hay'll keep the shit bouncin'
I got the jealous vatos time 'cause I got the hyna'z shoutin over LIl Rob
One
been waitin' has taken the lead
I see him every day in the office, he's sexy and he's smooth
He's good to look me over, but slow to make his move
They don't wanna rap in the session, with slap in the session
That's like standin by Yasser Arafat in the session
And the outcome is critical, no jokin
All my brothers and sisters
All in all over ten billion listeners
Lend me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest sound of the year
The people started dancing
They call me over to join in
They said, “JT, don't ya feel good, man?”
Come on and join the reggae jam, I heard them singin'
before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
before the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo!)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
police pullin'
Up to the party
Like they really stoppin' the shit?
Niggas be weak as the fuck when they catch me
I'm stylin', profilin', they copy my shit
could ruin my life
'Cause I, I got it bad
I throw all these parties wishin' you'll come by
'Cause I'm a sucker for you every night
I really got it
(uh)
Watch a bitch buss it like a Draco (woo)
Boss-ass bitch with a bankroll (wow)
And I keep a full clip, don't play, ho (huh)
Walk in the party
Two needles, headphones and four condoms"
Woman #1: My iPod, my wallet, my lipstick
Woman #2: One phone, the response
For the party, um, let's see
Four-by-four, but it's fast and furious
I ain't never gotta build a line again thanks to my supporters
Who would've thought when I was sittin' in court
That I
Got both eyes on me like I'm Fendi
If I arch your back it gets bendy, look
Underwear is by Fenty, he wan' fuck me rough but not gently
Might be
runway shit (uh)
Got me stallin' like my car was in clutch
Probably woulda locked her down but she parties too much
Tuesday got more breast than
the punches
No free lunches
They're gonna say you changed
That's the narrative they run with
Sometimes I feel like my growth's just stunted
By narrow
While I sit here
I see you dancing by yourself
Don’t need nobody else
To show you how to move
Maybe after a couple drinks
I’ll find my way over
one else could love you like I can
I'll give you all I am goddamn
Just let me be yours
Take you to private parties
We dance while my hands all over
be on time, again and again
So I am royally pissed we have to wait by this train
For the always-tardy party known as Sugar Cane!
Glad you could
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