Lyrics:
don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy
Scary, scary
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat,
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat,
pimpin' and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game, look, I don't play, bitch
All the other girls are money makin', but you know who you are
my anthem
Chuck a tantrum
Then what you do
Spit at you if I have to swing my axe too
But you'll never hear me make a gat go boom
But don't assume that
Sittin' on top the world
Sittin' on top, no that's not so (sittin', sittin')
Everybody should just let it go
Sittin' on top the world
I'm just one girl
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
have ancestry in Europe
I suck the sweet syrup dry, bone dry
You don’t know me if you
Hold the microphone at night
Please, just go away
I have
Hope the LGBTQ don't cancel me (please)
Like they tried to stop DaBaby from gettin' paid
When he was talkin' 'bout how they be givin' each other AIDS
shirt off (yeah, kid)
I like that one (uh-huh, go in, go in!)
Yo, uh, it's Task Force Tuesday, the NARCS is in the black car
I got five hundred,
and woman will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Cause they were two
beings had screwed me
Track by track review all you're views are spewing through me
Like a YouTube dude that's rude to all the musi's
People tryna get
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
Not very good! People don't
Really respect me!
Mark: If I were a girl, every
Time I went to the gynecologist
I'd fake an orgasm!
Tom: Bad kids! Mark:
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
and Christmas, this can't be right
Yeah, you heard the track I did, man, "This Can't Be Life"
Somebody please say grace so I can save face
And have a reason
Yes, I'm from S Block so please don't ask me where I grew up at
Stepping with my steppers three times giggin let that ruger clap
Niggas speaking down
get it and then get it again
Me and my friends
Hop out the bends
Fuck all the loving
We fucking the twins
Everywhere I go
It don't matter cause I'm
Keep me a good girl making cheese
Making cheese macaroni
I'm getting bored
(Babe please tell me some stories)
I'm getting lost
(Baby don't leave me to be
on Kimbo block
I don't believe you
You got two faggot ass sons to look after
And you really tryin' to battle beef
Talkin' this 5002 and 0 shit to
A nigga
these niggas with
This New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada
I've never listened
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Look, I try to stay low-key when I'm on the block (block)
But I'm known by name by every cop (every cop)
But I don't care,
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