"Your Gonna Love Me"
You gonna love me
You gonna love me, man! It's wiz khlaifa!
Uh, black out, Ahy! yes! Listen
CDC we in the building
Pittsburgh stand up real quick for your prince right now
I'm about to show you niggas, why Black Out Goons is the darkest and illest cclick in the city
And why wiz khalifa is the prince of the city of Steel
Listen, listen, listen!
Young dude, you get orphen Annie, Nigga often hand me
Respect you, fools is soft as panties
Ain't no other rapper is as flame as mine
Disagree, I remove your top, help you change your mind
Cocksucker what your life bout? We're on that ave with our pipes out
CDC Mob, nigga light's out!
That's the definition of this black out thing
We bang black out thing and slay hurting these lames
And any dude that wanna step up, get it
Throw them hollow things that will make a mess of your fitted
And I don't sell weed, I don't sell coke
I run with the gang of goons that leave a smile on your throat!
You chumps see games, soon as we stomp in a place
Nothin on my waist but don't think you wanna mistake
Leave anyone you met in your life, as you if you're running my space
Dog, I could get you punched in your face
Or get robbed butt naked, have you running in place
No jewels, no shoes, I'm livin with no rules
Dudes, don't understand what I'm getting at?
Got the nerve to ask Wiz to do their theme song, HA! picture that
That whole concept is pitiful
So when I'm done these Siamese twins, no longer be identical.
I do got respect for anyone real
But all hail the true Prince of this city of Steel,
And that's (Meeee!)
Listen man, Listen to the song, she's singing to you
Ya'll niggas gonna love me, man!
You might not want to, but it's hard, I'm the prince of the city of steel!
And that's (Meeeee!) listen! Uh!
Shouts out to my nigga knowledge, colossal, my nigga cream listen, uh! uh!
I speak heat to your dome,
I'm the true prince of the city, do to artist formerly known
And I keep that thing, that'll keep ya team
Reaching for the lord, dog, man release that bling
When I, step in the place execs throw grands on me
Chumps eye me up, dimes throw their hands on me!
You're sick of searching you can find, a nigga with punch lines
That's well known to hurt a nigga pride
And I'm perfect with the rhyme, all mouth doing like a buck fifty on a strip murkin in the ride and
It's no way you gonna hold me
I rap sick, and I quick to stab a chick, call me OJ
Ok, get a cracking for the war
I'm sixteen, the eighteen, when it's backin for the board
I'm way big, no one better than him
Keep somethin on me with a backup, call 'em doublemint twins
This are all streets, you trespass, and you'll get bust fast
You get broke for everything, down to your bus pass
And when I buck blast, niggas tuck fast
If you get hit, nothing left but your mustache
And niggas imitate the team we are,
But I roast you, burn niggas like cdr.
I do got respect for anyone real
But all hail the true Prince of this city of steel
And that's (Meee!)
No doubt about it man! Ya'll niggas can run it back in your mind if you want to, B. It's no question, the prince of the city of steel, nigga
And that's (Meee), oh, uh-oh! oh!
I'm feeling real good in here right now,
I'm feeling invincible, man!
I mean, just let us sing the side of this one!
Black Out, nigga! black!
[Thanks to Junie (firstname.lastname@example.org), Ariel for correcting these lyrics]
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