Peeping in the window, are you sleeping tight? I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip An' you won't know who came What's my name? Name? Name? What's my name? Name? Name
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall! What's my name naaaame...naaaame
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What The Hell Is Wrong With Me? I'm Not Who I Want To Be I Tired Spot Cream An' I Tried It All I'm Crawling Up The Wall! What's My Name Naaaame...Naaaame
a bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (
What did I see Comin' forth to carry me home Listen to my battle cry My battle cry Listen to my battle cry My battle cry One, two look at the telly
the strength and you the weak link in the click It's obvious you pussy I could see the pink in the clit I seen the chip and my clip of my daily desert
, won't rest till all my nigga's rocket ballin', I don't even think I stopped this morning, I'm that nigga that usually gets them 'what's them called's
You're a household name's what they told me Through this game I been flying out Stage shows abroad with Wiley, Skepta and JME Fans show love when I bring out my
' Little don status, hold my dick I came in this game like it's more than rap (c'mon) Say ya label push the date back, now that's what you get Dog, I'
