Lyrics:
Bitch
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Aquaberry sweater
Ride it like a carousel
I just copped a vest
Wearing it to show and tell
I just graduated
Got a new check in
wide open
Studied the game for a minute so I'm ready now ong ring heavy in this Lil Town Big Bad wolf huff and puff and blow it down I invest into
the radio n win like backstage passes
She try to box the swamp to her throwing the rump
Do you serve or steal checks like you Benjamin crump huh
He had two
the people really need is freedom not cable
Not 5G towers more wifi radio waves through your brain
Assume its okay cuz they say so
Dont care about your kid's
Make it or break it I'm sayin
Takin from greatness ain't lazy
Radio stations won't play me
Shaken by death I see Frazy
Maybe I cop a Mercedes
Wrap it in
Can't check my portfolio
Won't hear this on no radio
Bullets can't hurt me go ahead let the semi go
Walking through the fire like denarus no TV show
By now you know that I can do this, like Brutus
With rhymes on point like a harpoon is, them's the rumors
Bringing this to my consumers, both
Alright, let's do it again
Man, is this for the radio here? Word
I guess we got to do it like this. Check me out right here
Now I'm a big body
Heaven on the street
Lying on the beach
A big figure for me
Might be what we need
You see leave
But do not bleed
Stay but do not break
Write and give away
)
Snack cut the cake,cut the cake
I like that shake radio check
Blick make it hick
Here and there make it clear
Ohh My love ohh my dear
Aqif and take
Paul]
yeah it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker
galaxy nigga, bass check number two, BEEATCH
[Verse 2]
wake up bitch
it's time to speed on up, we finna go into another motherfucker
galaxy nigga, bass check number two, BEEATCH
[Verse 2]
wake up bitch reality creepin
change
Time passes by, the radio plays
On that lost and misty lover's lane
The sound of the night, the sound of the rain
And the beat of your heart
people like me
Battle freestyle you, Who's wiser? Imma rhymer?
In Big crowds
to small crowds,
any crowd
We go town
to town,
bust many styles
People smiling
Players (Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
Down South Players (Go by alias names)
Down South Players (Gettin' payed in
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
Check it out
This is my shit fo real
Its gunna be off tha hook
Peep this out
The Kon Artist nigga
[Kon Artist]
The Kon Artist born liar
Lie to your
of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now
I'm 'Smooth' like Big Daddy Kane, no bull
Check out 'My Melody' I'm 'Paid in Full'
Before
em
I come in dope with the feature I'm sipping Cogn by the liter
Man I been smoking since Easter and I ain't consider ceasing
You should be careful
lane
You know back before everybody knew my name
Before all the glory, the fame and the cheers
When I was just the kid with the big old ears
(check it)
Right along with the kids
Cause my reputation outside of the
Campus was getting big biatch
Haha, yeah it's like that
"Oh it's like that?
Okay okay, but I
on it
Write you a check than make withdrawals on it
You hear the radio you want to get a song on it
But everybody getting paid got their claws on it
cnd
mutter, I shudder what I utter
Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his hasborough
I catch ya, stab slow and that's whoa
Shorty with
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