Lyrics:
and don't
Know when I'm fucking up
I keep a pack on me, I'ma run it up
I got my racks on me, pockets 'boutta bust
Say you this, say you that
I don't give
Ayo, D, (what up, D?) you's a smooth nigga
I seen you when nobody knew who pulled the trigger
Yeah, you know, it's always over dough
You sure? I
when you start a job may not be passion about it you may not feel you're very skilled at it at the very beginning I'm asking you to give that job 3
it though so if I overdo it, you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
is on so I'm gonna check it
Didn't see this one before I heard the Joker really wrecked it
Hook
Futuristic oldies to give you insight
I'm just
radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the bario
Turn my audio up, create a party yo
(Hey DJ would you play my song)
And get ma rock get ma roll
right up and takes you right out (out)
So for future reference
Remember, it's alright to like or want a material item
But when you fall in love with
of giving up when I'm getting down
If it's one thing, it ain't another venture
Lord give me strength, I'm tryna stay together
The holiday stories
want in life and then waste time
A you a mi pray every day baby, full time when ya de pon on mi mind
So mi wine if you give it to me baby girl so we
want in life and then waste time
A you a mi pray every day baby, full time when ya de pon on mi mind
So mi wine if you give it to me baby girl so we
beat is gonna do on the radio
Damn, I thought you knew me, by way you're talking to me
You get any closer to me, then I might just have to let it go
beat is gonna do on the radio
Damn, I thought you knew me, by way you're talking to me
You get any closer to me, then I might just have to let it go
Fool me twice, it's strike three and that's how it's gonna be
Step on my shoes, I'll step on your face wearin' cleats
My Air Max 90's, you can't fuck
I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all
But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, it's your day
I need a favor, let me throw some money your way}
I sat
on de spot I
Know de real Sean Paul
When de trait's so great
Cause she feelin' top up and
Tall wat de ting say break it off, boy
This has got me feeling
fire, tell the truth, you like it, aye
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve
Jake Paul, because you're famous on Vine
First Logan, then Team 10, now there's Jake
Yeah it all makes sense cause you're such a fake
Me and my crew we
Speech on the beat with the talk
You let me teach with the chalk
When I finish I leave you in shock
And I don't even think that it's crazy enough
nigga
you gon have a closed casket and I'm gon crack yo mask
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm
right up and takes you right out (out)
So for future reference
Remember, it's alright to like or want a material item
But when you fall in love with
me all you're ice ice
Baby boy got your Air Force Ones and
Your Sean John jeans
Way too big hanging down to your knee's
Can you tell me what's up
With
can't
That chick I was wrapping up and the bar finna give me a ride
If you know what I mean
Hahaha, you're fucking wild (ah, fuck)
Hell yeah, peace
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
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