and cheese Cause I aim to please with ease hope the crowd sees That i'm, the man that loves to flam And when I step into a jam I just slam like jordan
down (what?) You can't hold me down Ahaha, I like this I'm gonna make you love me I'm gonna make you love me I'm gonna make you love, me I'm gonna make you love
local My album is sellin' because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my
from my brain means, I'm causin' 'em pain Comin' rough with the stuff that's just a part of the game The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam
Miss chick and smoke half a gram She love takin? snapshots on the phone cam Knockin? out a ringtone, that's a jam I see shit the average nigga don't
I get one slow jam? On my way to the floor, baby, hold on to my shoulders Girl, I won't let you fall, just hold on to my shoulders On my way to the
package of love (its all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp) And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin
From feet up to head rockin the blue brim Sippin on Henny I'm too fly I'm crackin whatcha gond do smoked all your bud But love my nigga came through [
The people at the label say they want something to repeat But all my people really want something for the streets So keep hookin', hey y'all what's goin
in this box Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17 Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up We jumpin out the barrel with my
the back of my El Dorado Make that money so the story goes Ride that bitch like a set of vols Dip in dip out of that traffic jam Freaky little bitch
, and now I gotta fix it, 'cause he's in love with her. And I can't let a homie take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls. Ain't no time
sure what it takes to be hip A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit So I ask creation for rhymes for this jam Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand Love
So, I work graveyard shift like a skeleton (Yeah) An afro-classic is what I am I drive to work without a traffic jam Everybody on the graveyard is like my
chance I put my hand upon your hip When I dip, you dip, we dip You put your hand upon my hip When you dip, I dip, we dip I put my hand upon your hip
My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost till one of
alone! Your missus is a nutter! Your missus was looking at my missus, So my missus, spat at your missus, Your missus was looking at my missus, So my
the nine stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Yeah, yeah, 'cuz I'm a monsta man I'm a find you in my AP nine on jam I'm a rider, you