Lyrics:
favorite Jay songs
Black tee, H&M pants, with some jays on
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Listen to your favorite tracks
Appreciate what you have in life
'cause right now there is no strife
The dress code is your softest pants
Your horizons will
the rhythm I'm lending
The message I'm sending from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants
come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
you don't like (shit you don't like)
Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me about your favorite rapper
If it's some shit he didn't write
looking kinda icy
Know your boy sweet like a Hi-C
Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck
'cause Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to yell,
"All the freaks up in the party, move around and shake your body
and get it like a man
Good from the shoulders and we never ran
Straight out the bottom we live off the land
Have your favorite bitches liking pictures heart
Hey
Yeah I’m going goofy
Forget what you heard cause ain’t nobody ever knew me
I’m your favorite weekly cartoon not a movie
I’m on my own channel
I
Pounding down mushrooms, you know I love fungi
Right off the boat
200 thousand my coat
Got your girl gargle and choke
Shawty she tied by the rope
Boy is
and try
Going to help this catepillar blossom and fly
Promise to give you my last
I'm that type of guy
Like pockets always be by your side
Dry your
your pants down
Blow your fuckin' brains out
Steelo kind of sick, you know I be that bitch
And fuck Judge Ido, 'cause he can eat a dick
It didn't have
you can be
Pretty picky sticky icky no quicky
Pretty Ricky yo favorite jam
Get juicy when I'm on your hot line
That late night special, don't rush cuz
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Sag your pants to the floor
Every women's a bitch or a whore
When
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
cried, I still remember those tears in your eyes
We drove across the country in an old car
These are my favorite memories, my favorite by far
Over that
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um, twelve (what up, what up)
This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my headphones up
My favorite
I got flowers on my pants, I feel pretty fly
When I'm smoking on my lonely, it's Aquemini
In the deep end, I'm still swimming by
Looking like it's
and guess what? You don't gotta pay so let's go
All around the world, can I grab some diamonds
Can I have some pearls, be ya favorite girl
From Buenos Aires
hard to actually sleep on man
What ever happened to my antique fish tank?
Announcer: You'll get all of your favorites
Josh Groban: Classical music is
drop it low
And bust it open money
Cause we throwin' Lou
Women all in they birthday suit
If Jackpot your favorite crew then
Pop that like Uncle Luke
I
to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane
Brokeback ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring
My favorite was
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