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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Rap
Myron
Myron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Songwriter
Gary Burbridge
Gary Burbridge
Songwriter
Myron Reese Jr
Myron Reese Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Merlaku Ra
Merlaku Ra
Producer
Myron
Myron
Producer

Lyrics

Verse 1 (Sylvan)
I remember Princess Jasmine aunty bumping Toni Braxton never breathe again
I got a heart full rage there’s a part of me that don’t wanna see you breathe again
If I do favors I need fee’s to bend (woo woo)
Michale Jackson how I got it bracking lift my left leg & do my heee again
Damn Lak on the beat he wins.
Biddy just pod his rent in advance
I used to smile & hope my peers give a chance
Now it’s Sylvan can you hop on the dance,
Ain’t no daps & I ain’t shaking no hands,
Just before you celebrate about plans,
*BEEP* won’t let you get the chance
I do my offer then I wave to the sky,
Say ya prayers before you wave goodbye,
awww my don’t get caught in the vibe
One time no American pie
All it takes all it takes,
I put my faith in the greats
Met them all face to face,
What a waste what a waste
Chorus (Merlaku)
I got next
Heard they talking brazy till we walk up on the set
I heard that’s your lady **** I ain’t that convinced
I could whip a baby fornicating whit that bitch
**** pocket watching like the press dont be pressed
**** talking brazy on the net, aint a threat
Lil **** talkin why not say it witcho chest
I aint like the rest ****
Verse 2 (Sylvan)
I got a heart full rage there’s a part of me that don’t wanna see you breathe again
Michael Jackson how I got it bracking lift my left leg & do my heee again
Damn Lak on the beat he wins,
Biddy Just pod his rent in advance
I used to smile & hope my peers give a chance,
*BEEP* won’t let you get the chance
We gon, we gon let this shit marinate a bit
Yea,
Sirens outside & shit
Yea, Yea,
How I grew up, Never was perfect,
All of this shit is on purpose
Shawty da truth, she know her purpose
Trust being stupid than what’s on the surface
My **** tote more than women & purses
Blessed from jump don’t believe in no curses
And I sign all of my checkings in cursive
My higher self told me everything’s worth it.
My inner child made a deal with my soul
Trust in yo vision conceal what you know
My momma used to send me to store
Now I send racks to clear racks off with clothes
I can’t complained about what I been owed
Whats My is mine it can not be stole
Put two & two & discover my code
And I’m coming back with way more than just 4
Yea, shawty gon roll up as soon as I see her
She be my rose, shout out Aretha
Fuck her then suck juice up out her uretha
Nah it’s not cheaper, its deeper to keep her
Nike boots & I sound mellow through speakers
Talk with your heart if you mean it then speak up
**** got egos the size of my man,
WOAH.
Written by: Gary Burbridge, Myron Reese Jr, Sylvan LaCue
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