Lyrics:
baby mamas
I started at the bottom
Mi casa not su casa
I post a pic and they say thank you
I be like De nada
J Bodiii, J Bodiii, J Bodiii
J Bodiii, J
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
[Somebody's calling my name....]
[Brother J]
Ah, yeah!
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
[Somebody's calling my name....]
[Brother J]
Ah, yeah!
on you
Luckily, I think I might be
The next up honestly
But who gonna help me achieve my goals
Achieve my goals, no body
I'm all alone, by my lonelys
[ Too $hort ]
Oh, who really made this shit possible, nigga?
Them Town niggas
[ Vidal Prevost ]
Eassyde!
[ Ant Banks ]
Now let me take you
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
Too! But you know who the greatest of
All of us? Who do y’all think?
Nope kid motherfucking Cudi
Radio, fuck you! Oh yeah, I’m on my
Trump shit tonight
We crew hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers
Don't look at the watch unless
You got blue blockers
BBC boats where niggas is true yachters
I got an MBA
music video
My hands are made for gold, but they're in my underwear
It's for wankers and hiders on vacation before their time
Who take advantage
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
know the crib J live and all her business ventures
Wasn’t cool, sent her pictures of her kids at the school
Told her pay up, we know where you and your
Sheksy on the beat
(O-o-o-ooo You too dey do ojoro)
This is my idea of fun, playing video games
(O-o-o-ooo You too dey do ojoro)
This is my idea
'veux c'est enjoy le travail qui m'feed
Si y veulent pas m'employ, faudra j'aille chez Sears
Shit
Can you, really
Blame me?
Souhaiter l'minimum de cash pis
Sell
you know." Anyway, as it turned out, it's great, wasn't it? It was
really a good song.
So, they asked me to do the video. So out we are, and they said,
gotta sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
talkin' Malcolm Flex, Jessie Rackson
Front of the plane: I'm Rozay Parks
SUV swervin' like it's O.J. car, oh
To me and my dogs is all gettin' out
Somewhere
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
daughter
I love you, daddy back to the Cicada
So now we have the man who never misses
Where'd you put him?
Let's just say i put him in a
Hole and threw away
Yo, what up fellas?
Hey, have you heard A to J?
I'm talking A to J?
As in are you A to J?
Let me take you to school
Gimme a J
J, you got your
ain't tears that's the Visine dripping
You have to forgive the past so that you can actually function
Who you are is yours and I am mine
But we still fuck
that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learned
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
who stays real
All you know is the "J's"
You ain't discover the "X"
You never question the "Y"
You blindly follow the "i"
Such an attractive nuisance
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