Lyrics:
shotgun and we blastin
Havin' fun with all the action
No negativity, hide from lashing
No more panicking about being an outcast
Sorry, Ms. Jackson
No more
once again you corner me... once again I do believe
That I'd never write a song about you
All the same you play your game till your boyfriend looks over
Coming out, the shadows on me now
I can feel it come around
I can feel it come around, yeah (you never read about it)
Sitting up in saddle, coming
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Bye Bye, bye bye, boy I'm thinkin' about leavin' U Gotta go, gotta go, hey gotta go, gotta go
Gotta get
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Bye Bye, bye bye
Boy I'm thinkin' about leavin' U
Gotta get away, I gotta do it now
I gotta step into the sun,
under pressure, I'm silent
Never told on a nigga, I promise
Lots of fights but I'm rollin' about it
Ask Guap how I go, no retirement
Ask Chicken, I'm
would it ever play that sweet song again
And the people would come from miles around,
Just to listen to his sweet sound
It was every time just about
We're famous
Contagious
We make outrageous claims
Public enemy
The royal family
Game over; pink champagne
Let there be no doubt about it (you are
Ask about me from early
All my mandem are certy
I got a bad ting and she's curvy
And I'll probably beat 'cause I'm certy (ayy)
Came through 'cause
We're famous
Contagious
We make outrageous claims
Public enemy
The royal family
Game over
Pink champagne
Let there be no doubt about it
Got a studio jumpin like the trap
Couple of my partners servin crack
Couple of my niggas wearin packs
Got a nigga strap
All my niggas all about
Losers and winners everyone must play fair
Losers and winners
I need M's
Let's get rich like the immigrants
Woah, they get mad and attack
'cause we
I'ma rich white honky
But I know how to play the blues
I'ma rich white honky
But I know how to play the blues
'Cause all of these gold digging
the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga,
Ay baby look here, this new song I wrote
It's got that nice groove that everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind me of me and you
[Chorus]
Nashville cats, play clean as country water
Nashville cats, play wild as mountain dew
Nashville cats, been playin' since they's babies
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we,
But just a simple band who roams about the land,
Dispensing plentyof
A troupe of strolling players are we, not stars like L. B. Mayer's are we,
But just a simple band who roams about the land,
Dispensing plentyof
You don't know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance to get to Heaven slipped
Oh, I used to worry about
Down Hawaii way, where I chanced to stray,
On an evening I heard a Hula maiden play,
Yaaka hula hickey dula, Yaaka hula hickey du.
Down Hawaii
DJ Stevie J
Real niggas
Rich niggas
Fly shit
[Chorus]
I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
Fuck what y'all talkin' about
I be on some
I'm at the 'Rican Parade I'm watchin Caramel bitches play
Get wit' real niggas bullshittin never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
playin' on an old guitar
Now I get to play the blues near and far
So special, all those heroes
When I was a man about twenty three
I got some Albert
And says daddy's home to play
And the queen takes me in her arms
And I forget about my rough and rowdy ways
'Cause the homecoming queen is a friend
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