Lyrics:
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
(SESAC)
MIXED BY: Nic Hard at Atlantic Sound Studios: NYC
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks Enterprises
Wind
(of my Soul) " and I'm a hard headed woman
So I've been told yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears?
If
Niggas think they bigga
Because they got the finga on
The trigga of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked
When I start to kick it with the raw sound
As result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region may be
Endangered by a lethal agent
If conditions at your location
Make this a possibility
You
from coast to coast
And now I stand by watch the plan rise
And the fans rise
Cause my sound's what I chose to stand by
When everybody was pickin sides
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught
demand most
Funky as parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross
I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin' that sound nervous
You want it to be live, so
in
Out of this world I moon walk like I'm Michael Jackson
Bars reciting setting stages ablaze
Off the rhymes that I made, smartphone or a page
After
place to go to hear a sound
Drive-in crowd know each and every one by their first name
And they'll talk about me wonder if I've changed
Movin' all
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned
Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion
I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin
Rose gold Patek, call
Michael Jackson
Never stop, I workaholic
Like spit sweat splatter Jackson Pollock
But I'm not an artist, I just work the hardest
I beat it to a pulp,
Studio A
And arranged by mister Alan Broadbent
So now, lucky people, sit back and relax
To the vocals of Eddy Mitchell and the crystal sounds
niggas can’t kill us
Micheal Jackson thriller
All ma niggas killers
Rich ass nigga
I make six figures
You a bitch ass nigga
I’m a rich ass nigga
I
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
know I’m a dog but I’ll give her a bone
She love how I give her this bone
I can tell by the sound of her tone
I’m posted up with Ferragamo
She bending
Like I'm hanayama
Liftoff rollerama
Quick cross onimata
Sounds like drip drop quick rip
Skrrt slip misfits
Pish posh we the sorta kinda
Type of kids who
lost my mind
RIP to Frontliiiin
Wish you was and still by my side
But it gon stop dawg know I'm gon ride
Screaming 4 i's till we meet next time
Talk
in my mattress
So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's
They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin
My iris's are blue like
Sipping liquor like it all right
I take the liquor straight
I chase it wit' a blunt of trees
Thinking bout them Summer nights
Reminded by the Summer
in lights
Like Britney Spears or one of the Jackson's
Always being chased by the paparazzi
I bet you wouldn't
Leave me on read then
And you would
cause I'm not tryna cuddle ya
Just got me some bread but you know that I'm hungry
Matter fact, lemme double up
I don't like to cum first
But it sounds
You take paper, you take plastic
See it poking on the gram can I grab it
Save her number as Ms. Jackson if she nasty
You the baddest on the planet if
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