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- Topaz Jones Toothache 歌詞
- Topaz Jones
- Get up off yo ass get up off yo ass
Get down get down
Im just old school yall Im just old school
But what we got here yall know what this is (this is?)
Its the groovy punch sipping stereo rippin sweat drippin
Like greens and........
Its Topaz Jones
Ooh babe
I tried to keep composure but its too late
I just want a taste you sweet like kool aid (Yeah you know the red flavor)
One look all it take to catch a tooth ache (God damn)
I dont know what you waiting fo
In NYC its all about the weight you throw
Its all *** in the city like HBO
They wont let you in the club it **** up the ratio
On the stage like James no maceo
Once you down already aint no place to go
2nd down already I got plays to go
Lost control of the cruise like Katie Holmes
Yall should know not to play with Jones
Worldwide they appreciate the flow
Got a couple checks I just save it tho
Im no accountant I could count like Basie tho
Lookin round like where my 40 acres go
I bet I burned that about a 8th ago
She say ya better stay away if your paper low
Its her birthday she looking for the cake to blow yeah
Buzzin for you honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise baby I wont bite
Im fiending for your love
Buzzin for you honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise baby I wont bite
Im fiending for your love
Say cheese for the picture sweet like a swisher
You the sugar honey iced tea
They say youre way outta my league
I aint gotta trick its my treat
Hands high its a stick up I ride with my ******
Wouldnt mind you in the front seat
They act a fool cant take em anywhere we go
Yeah you cool but getcha hand off my stereo
Chillin with them Kylie Jens kiss made of collagen
I see you modelin at least get some college in
I mean at least get ya GED
The flow sick someone please call the CDC
TBT they aint see me as a threat look
Now Im hittin triple double like Im Russel Westbrook
They get shook when they hear the way Im coming now
I hold the summer down whats with all the run around
Wild goose chase Im done with it
I shoot fades yall duckin it
Yall shoot bricks you bucketless
Every year I gotta write a new bucket list (ugh)
Dont make me call you by your government
Rappers aint **** without they publicist
Somethings up with these girls on the net
Man the booty on reebok what you pump it with
Im getting right to the pumpernickel
Traveling like I just double dribbled
Euro stepping i studied the fundamentals
Oughta tell flex drop a ** ***** missile
A couple issues need addressing right
Academy we teaching lessons like
When you see me better recognize
As bad as she is I might let it slide
Buzzin for you honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise baby I wont bite
Im fiending for your love
Buzzin for you honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise baby I wont bite
Im fiending for your love (Ya know what turn the music off)
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