sucker For anything acoustic But when I say let's keep in touch I really mean, I wish that you'd grow up This is the first song for your mix tape And
sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up. This is the first song for your mix tape
번역: 브랜드 뉴 Heavies. 믹스 테이프.
a sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up. This is the first song for your mix tape
Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all
this I'm bout to freak this I'm bout to freak this Tone and poke lace tha track I lace the rap, Jeff do the cut Yeah what, Rob do the mix, tape to J
say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape What it take I say I been hard since first mix-tape Face get
, so clean and new, he pulls so many tricks If you give him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix A haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I caught you
keep me chillin' with the name brand Kicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and tours Yeah, you know, who you is kid truly yours This I dedicate to the mix-tapes
the overkill. Flow skill. Still, there's no thrill. Villain puttin' 10k bills in his pilla. Villain when it gets realer, split the scrilla with Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix
you might get indited, spend all your cash try to fight it and how ya like it, the nickatina roll dice - shoot craps, a brand new rap means a brand new
knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye [Verse 1 - Tony Yayo] 740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh) Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist A brand new
, it kills me to see that You take a life for gold, nigga did you really need that? We try to escape the mix tapes, rims and weed sack And to the new
They played something They made something Brand new a baby blue machine Brass tacks, duct tape For the great escape Packed in there like sardines Back
this ain't no stick-up And party on down to this brand new Liks cut Girls grab a guy, guys grab your chick's butt DJ cut but don't fuck the mix up I
sweetest hangover! Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy (Sadat X) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! Mix tape flavor! (Sadat X) Money is the sweetest
