Just pull up on you playin' this. Yeah. Not caring how you feel about it. Yeah. You probably don't even know what it is. Yeah. . Give it up. I'mma love it, boy, I won't you stop.
Yeah but they need a beat that they can freak to. Huh ya know what I mean?. Uhh, bounce, yeah, uhh, bounce, yeah. Uhh, you heard it from hear say. Uhh, you heard it from hear say.
I can't explain it. You know it's that moment. It's just that moment. Y' know wa' I'm sayin? I can't explain it. . Can't explain it. My love, when we're together.
James Todd Smith, know what I'm sayin'? Track masters. Fresh off the private jet from Europe did four months out there. Extra paper, scoop that up. Back on the scene, crisp and clean.
Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, word up, this shit gon' be ill. . Raw like sushi.
Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, welcome to a brand new day. Ah ah, word up, this shit gon' be ill. . Raw like sushi.
C'mon and you don't stop. And you don't stop. And you don't stop. . I was launched off the block, straight to the top. To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot.
This is for my number one. This is for my number one. This is for my number one. True baby for I adore. . This is hard to say. I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way.
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?. Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?. Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?.
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven. Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. My mon methtical come and get some.
Keep it chicken head, I'm lookin' for a dime. Get my swerve on, make it hot, word is bond. I'm lickin' on your ankle bracelet. We'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit.
You can call it a comeback. I lay back analyze the rhymes and realize that. Own that crown for lyrical combat. Spit more raps, to count more stacks. .
Keep it chicken head, I'm lookin' for a dime. Get my swerve on, make it hot, word is bond. I'm lickin' on your ankle bracelet. We'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit.
Keep it chicken head, I'm lookin' for a dime. Get my swerve on, make it hot, word is bond. I'm lickin' on your ankle bracelet. We'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit.
Mad madness. Trashy. Brother from way back.. We're blowing mics. Since the days of. 8-track.. Certified. Bonified. Pull out the weapon.. Rusted.. Your ho's gets busted..
Uhh, yeah. Si papi, uhh, uh-huh. Uh-huh. I see you papi, si. Get it to papi. . I was in Madrid, yo. Had this hot club shootin' my video. They was burnin' up the floor to that reggaeton.
Aiiyo, Bimmy. So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo', man. You know what I'm sayin', Bimmy? Yeah. Feel this, baby. . I'm the G.O.A.T., I just ball a lot.
They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby. They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby. They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby. They're jinglin', baby. Go 'head, baby.
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