to me Real filthy pop! Spin that shit Spin it till it's platinum Hello Mr. Radio, This beat is expensive super pop intensive Yeah! Work that shit
always fall for your type For your type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for your type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for
. Chorus: word is out hysteria ya heard about Nas and Junior Gong came to turn it out body the verses til they scream murder out the kings is back time
show you gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit
this shit Yeah, life is sure a bitch but she know I'm rich That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again, I kick this shit
The kinda situation not involving other women And it's pretty obvious that you kinda trippin', like "Who the hell is this bitch, lookin' a hot mess? What, you fell for this
in my city tho My ex girls wanna be up in the video They ex girls are steady tryin to get with tho Important and vital I'm caught in a cycle And this is
wanna come When I wanna come You mustn't lose shit Last time we did it, it wasn't like this You learned some new tricks Last time I hit it, it didn't go like this
brains of these hoes And establishing a name as he goes The passion and the flame is ignited You cant put it out once we light it This shit is exactly
pain is forever Yup, you know this Tougher than a lion Ain't no need in tryin' I live where the sky ends Yup, you know this Never lyin', truth
aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah) I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this
and shit like that youknowhatI'msayin? This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm I'm I'm watchin this
had this rap shit locked, for eight straight summers Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders Pop corks, we be the toast of New
the limit but I ain't done jumping Money fast but I ain't done running Picture me driving some wack shit Picture me folding under pressure, picture that shit
: [Puffy] Sometimes I just feel like y'all don't understand Where I'm coming from, where I'm trying to get to Shit is really deep, my shit is deep They
Aiyyo, turn me up in my headphones, man I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin' It ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x) Yeah! [Morock] This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love I cripple thugs, just because You not Jada
33 in the glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is