Lyrics:
where I'm supposed to be
By myself it is so lovely
Doing what I want
Sipping bubbly
Burning grapefruit kush, feeling lovely
Smoke a blunt in
Baby you know, you know, what they're talking about
It's a thing called love down through the ages
It makes you want to cry sometimes
Makes you feel like
wanna wait for you to be seated
Take your food on the way and eat it
Retreated up in altitude
Defeated by my attitude I am
But let's be Frank, let's be
Reason witchu
You got one statistic
You gon' respect mine or ya son'll get it
I'll leave him dead in the
Middle of Little Philly
But little did he know I
it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby
And I know you're gettin' bored (now, come on)
Dealin' with him (yeah)
I know you miss
it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' you, baby
And I know you're gettin' bored (now, come on)
Dealin' with him (yeah)
I know you miss
But you kept trying it
Jennifer pretending to be Mom at Kohl's was a nice touch
I'm telling you anything you don't already know
Or the police officers
And the city is mine
I'll just let you know
I've got
Put tray on it
I've got fats on
It cost a million more
I've got black on and I can rap on
Whatever track dog
on the mic and turn it out
We're talking root down, I put my root down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said root down, it's time
with the baddest
Plus I know that you a goddess
So tell me what you acting for
Me know just how you want it
Christian Dior mixed with Tom Ford yeah
Fi
view?
Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to? (uh)
Know what i'm sayin cause Uncle Sam got a plan
If you examine what they tellin us then
two seconds flat
And that's probably a record, yeah, you wasn't expectin' that
'Cause they want in on the act, there's a Cognac bottle
We snuck it in
the Presidential
And the bitches love it like Olivia Pope
This is one flow, got one million more
And the city is mine, I'll just let you know
I've got trail on, I
Tom music
Mean what a say mean what I speak
No lies coming out of these teeth
Mr freeze cold on some beats it be hella frosty
By any costing giving
peek at the parliament
We got the steez i'm the reason they hollerin
Get it so hot that i'm poppin like Mary
You know i'm IT cause I kill em like Derry
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play, "St. James Infirmary" and, "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down
to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
me my brother don’t you dwell. Just tell them bastards they can go to hell.
Tom soon heard the rumors as everybody did. A bank was robbed in Uma by
bless 'em twice and they'll bless you back
Tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it
Your ass the same
When it's you against the world
Tell me who do you trust
Some punk bitch that want to be
In love on a bus
Yeah my hustle done changed
Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy
You better take a look in the mirror, G
Could it be I look like someone you know
Someone you knew
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
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