Lyrics:
illegal alien one
Yo comin' up next is Tim Dog
Yo, Dog, eat them motherfuckers
Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff catch ya
Get fat, get
exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with
Vrs 1 (kemizt)
Thats why im making sure everything i spit is on another plane
With finesse in every session for possession of the game
I could do
know me
Cause I'm out the door for sure approach me
Wave your hand to come over trying to coach me (what?)
Why you in the V-I, E-V-E too fly to drop by
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
Ah..
Say what
Say who
Ah..
Say what
Say who
Aahh! Do it!
I hope you standin' next to the speaker
I hope you know that my style is gettin' sleaker
like volcanoes by Barbados on these 808s I'm Fuego
You just mayo tryna handle it
Got so many flows I probably start handing out pamphlets
You better buy
shift ya know
I'm on the move, if I'm cranking the whip,
Prolly on the way to make sure that the math is legit
Yo, five plus seven, you plus them hips
We got this shit locked down
You can't even touch it
You just can't
Shit is too hot
I pack the weed like sacks of Christmas trees
People walk by
Young nigga hot, that's scorching (I'm hot)
Walk in the store, that's a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they
Your lips
That voice
Those hips
You got me like yeah baby
Your smile
Your style
You got me goin' wild you got me like yeah baby
I'm just trapped by your
Ooh, this is so sexy (Hahaha)
I'm a big fan of this, yeah
Five, four, two, one
Oh yes, I'm hot
I don't mean sweat style
Oh yes, I'm hot
Like running
backstage and relax (I'm straight)
Snoop Dogg is comin' up next!
Stay right here, we'll be right back!
I like my chili hot. As a matter of fact I like
want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs,
means is that
This human being is fly
Don't try to duplicate
I'm authentic, I see you scoping
My style like forensics, that is foul
Tech! Leave 'em by
(talking, Gotti I always hear you talking
About this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit)
Well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know
mom I never meant to cut corners
But back then I charged 60k for 1 quarter
That is how I learnt to keep my cool in hot water
Cos when Popo stop the whip
yells, lyrics'll excel
Rappers gettin' smoked
You can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a
Singer but
on the world, side by side
She changed her tune while I was busy strummin'
We'd gotten so close, I didn't see it comin'
The hot time in this old town sure
definite
And style which I flaunt is sure legit
Now set aside, I say I hold pride
In performing this melodic misfit
So swing 'cause this pitcher is
definite
And style which I flaunt is sure legit
Now set aside, I say I hold pride
In performing this melodic misfit
So swing 'cause this pitcher is
see her smile
So if we stop in the middle she just not hot mine
He tryna coppy my image little boy is different style
So baby tell me if it yes or no
aiming for the throne
No baby seats
You or ya man get it
We sending shots at ya hea
Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted
Like bottle drinks wit no sip in
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)
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