Lyrics:
man
To get these words out
In the way I envision it
Elevate by any means so you know I'm gear shifting it
Great Bambino, over the fencing it
No more
that bitch working
Million dollar dreams
Billion dollar results
Get it by any means
Tell me what it cost
Life ain't what it seems
Dig deep inside
terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova, running niggas over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I get plenty of ass, so call me
dem car tell dem nuh steer come over here
When dem touch down pon the ends you only hear seh war declare
Man clap inna town and man a clap it inna
that’s free is me freeing a bitch
Only time i’m ever leaking is taking a piss
Only loving imma do wait that don’t exist
Only resting imma do is when it’s
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
pour yourself some wine right now
Tell me bout what’s new up in your life here right now
Cause I don’t wanna miss a thing feel like Stephen Tyler
Bout
the rough where grimey niggas do it for the lust
304s working over time just too keep in touch
Never kiss and tell baby girl that's how you fuck it up
Lord forgive me for my sins
I commit knowingly and
Unknowingly
I ain't hitting you up to ask for much
In fact I'm just standing in the gap For my
A Blak Ryno! Hey, Stephen!
Anywhere di girl dem deh, we deh deh, enuh
(yeah hey! yeah hey! see it deh! see it deh)
Yeh, yeh, yeah hey
She get three
All I’m scared of is a metoo
It could cost me more
Than the last boo
I told her this over
Fo' that boat
Could dock in Cancun
Money on my mind
No time
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Woah
Don't say summer is over, don't tell me it's over
Don't say summer is over, don't tell me it's over
Baby, Don't say summer is
terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova, running niggas over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I get plenty of ass, so call me
remember her
Mean boss almost setting
Me on fire with his glares she
Said "well, I may have a few lying
Around so, if I find one
I'll send it to you (very
it
Views of me shining like I'm Stanley Kubrick
Tell me who you stand behind when you behind the music
Back cooking up, don't need the pot to brew it
on Stephen time,
redefine your idea of ya peace of mind,
They intimated by ya resting face,
And you love it it make em stay in they place,
I see that shit
niggas, they want me dead,
'Cause I done spread through their territory like the HIV.
Sun down spots, suckas swallow glocks.
If they know by these
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
Cause of that man
Five time champ
Had clamps
Plus fast hands
Foot work dumb
Up and und
Like a lap dance
Now
It’s evident
Kobe by far
Is the most skilled
you believe me
Or see me to be just a
Angel that's easy to please
Angled a company by a gang
Of niggas that squeeze
Once their marks are your tire marks
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