On & On Lyrics - Guilt - Mims

I got one question, is he still around? 

Been a little while now, is he still in style? 

Is he still rockin' Canterbury apparel? 

Is it all good when Willy buried a smile? 

Is he still waitin' around for that applaud? 

Is still waitin' 'round for that award? 

Last year I saw him in an accord 

This year is some shit he can't afford 

Has he gone poor, said he's on tour 

Do he really be shuttin' down all stores? 

Where's the next one 'cause we want more? 

But what the hell are they lookin' for 

What the hell are they lookin' for 

So here's a little dough so what's in store 

Is that a new song and what's that called? 

I must admit, that's some shit he's on 

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On & on, & on, & on, & on 

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All night, all night, all night, all night 

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Look, you was conscious when he first spit 

But now he on that commercial shit 

Talkin' 'bout bread, every verse he gets 

Talkin' 'bout head, every verse he spits 

But that ain't him man, that ain't MIMS man 

Flow Picasso, I rap so Rembrandt 

Touch the stars 'cause the sky's no limit 

Not too much huh, I ain't no ten, man 

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Look, I'm just tryin to blow up like implants 

Since three years old, I've had big plans 

To enhance everything I touch 

'Cause even when I got it man it just ain't enough 

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Now while she over there, lookin' at me 

Y'all be over there lookin' at me 

It could be whatever it's gon' be 

But see truthfully, the beefin' ain't for me, nah 

I ain't sayin' I'm scared of niggas 

But I'm tryna do my thang, I don't care for niggas 

Street killas, talk heat killas 

But when I'm getting' my award, you's a seat filla 

Oh, heads it's like you deep, nigga 

Watches circle, just know you should keep these niggas 

So I keep killas on payroll 

And when it pops off, I trust they go 

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All night, all night, all night, all night 

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All night, all night, all night, all night 

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