Man
Bleak be lovin' that la -la -la
Beanie
Singer always lovin' that la -la -la
Neptune tracks smoke like la -la -la
It's the rock, baby, sing our lullaby
Come on!
Excuse me, miss, um,
you should come hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin',
let's get right tonight
Mommy, I know my
English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some,
you little bums I take the cake from under the baker's thumb
I bake the cake, two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm
Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this, son
Young, don't mess with chicks in
Burberry patterns
Fake
Manolo boots straight from
Steve
Madden
He patterns himself to rap
JFK
You wanna pass for my
Jack little asses?
Then hop your a** out that
S -Class
Lay back in that
Maybach
Roller best I -Axe
Have you in your long -legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded
by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch,
young scrapper, think twice
Cause I got that, I clutched,
got a little red light
Need a light, to light that la -la -light
Beanie
Sigel, always lovin' that la -la -light
Miff
Bleak, always lovin' that la -la -light
It's the rock, mami sing our lullaby
C'mon!
Excuse me, miss
How many?
You should come
Hang with me
Basically
Hold up, skip all the singin',
let's get right tonight
We got bunkers full of army
mommies in
Manolo
Bags by
Chanel,
Louis
Vuitton logos
All attracted to hoes because
they know dope
When they see him, whips be
European
If you're a ten, chances you're with him
If you're a five,
you know you ride with them
Sick with a pen, but no physician
And the world could fix him,
no prescription
You could prescribe to subside
his affliction
He's not a saint, man, he's more like
Rain
Man twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No
Haitian voodoo,
no headless chickens
Candidate sickness, no
Ouija board
You can't see me, dawg,
what you see before?
This ain't
Chris' rock trick, it's the rock trick
And I'm the franchise, like a
Houston rocket, y 'all mean?
Still lovin' that la -la -la
Netflix, always lovin' that la -la -la
Beanie
Sigel,
Desi
Eagle, the
Vodafone
It's the rock, baby, sing that lullaby
Come on!
Excuse me, miss
What do want me to do?
You should come hang with me
Basically
Hold up, hold up
Skip all the singin',
let's get right tonight
Mommy, forget
English, talk body language
I be all over mommies like body painters
Pink diamond necklace,
strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself,
you're very sick
Don't confuse me with
Marbury others
Run up on me at the light,
you can lose your life
Motherfuckers must be smokin',
ain't la la la
Forty -five gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music,
I ain't with all that
Plus the fast tap of my music, I get all that
I'm
V, public industry number one
Public industry number two
is my whole crowd
I ain't sittin' with who like me,
or who like you
That's shit,
I ain't into liking dudes, no way
But get a pen,
I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again,
my man is huge ass weed
Lovin' that la la la
Memphis
Bleak always lovin' that la la la
Beanie
Siegel,
Desert
Eagle, the four, the five
It's the rock, mami, sing our lullaby
Come on!
Excuse me, miss
I'm in the s**t
You should come
Hang with me
Basically
Whoa!
Skip all the singin',
let's get right to night
Mami
We're watchin' right now, uh!
Ho!
Ho!
Come on!
Do you want me to do it?
We're watchin' right now, uh!
you
Jay-z And Memphis Bleek 
