Yeah, burd n keyz Who that there, huh you ain't gonna ask no longer right? x3 Who that there everywhere we go Everywhere we go, everywhere we go x2
Its me, jean jacket with the chopped sleeves Showin off a young homie (zzzz) No No No I ain't doin him (him him him him him) (na na na na na) Doing me's me's me's me's Grew up on the type of rap to really make you spit it So if you see him kill it you ain't gotta ask who did it Girls, they totally love the way im singing Said baby thats the heart They take the verses that im bringin like About one year ago, i was all on my own We was trying to get on, so I put the pen to my dome Wrote the realest shit in my life Then i put it all in a poem Critics said that i was crazy, now they write their asses home
It's me, never talkin bout no molly Or I rap about a hottie on my body like a goddy Im tourin up in cali but my roadies in the lobby People ask me who i am i just give their ass a copy like Take that shit and goodness baby im back You could tell by the way that i rap whoo Came up in this motherfucker ain't nobody like it Thought of what I thought up ain't nobody like it Get up in the booth and its time that i recite it (?) Dollar up in my pocket, tryna make this my own Critics call my ass crazy now they writing their ass home
Cool kid cool kid ay tell me what you see Cause if I see it I'mma be that too Go ahead and follow me follow me New kid new kid ay its all i really be Mama tell me way back im a star Now im walking down the street everybody that sees saysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
