Lyrics

Get up off yo' ass, get up off yo' ass Get down, get down I'm just old school y'all, I'm just old school But what we got here, y'all know what this is It's the groovy punch sippin', stereo rippin', sweat drippin' Like collard greens and chitlins It's Topaz Jones! Ooh babe I tried to keep composure but it's 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 don't know what you waiting for In NYC it's all about the weight you throw It's all Sex in the City like HBO They won't let you in the club it fuck up the ratio On the stage like James no Maceo Once you down already ain't no place to go 2nd down already I got plays to go Lost control of the cruise like Katie Holmes Y'all should know not to play with Jones Worldwide they appreciate the flow Got a couple checks I just save it tho I'm 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 It's her birthday she looking for the cake to blow Buzzin' for you honey bee I need your sugar rush Promise baby I won't bite I'm fiending for your love Buzzin' for you honey bee I need your sugar rush Promise baby I won't bite I'm fiending for your love Say cheese for the picture Sweet like a swisher You the sugar honey iced tea They say you're way outta my league I ain't gotta trick it's my treat Hands high it's a stick up I ride with my niggas Wouldn't mind you in the front seat They act a fool can't 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 ain't see me as a threat look Now I'm hittin triple double like I'm Russel Westbrook They get shook when they hear the way I'm coming now I hold the summer down what's with all the run around? Wild goose chase I'm done with it I shoot fades y'all duckin it Y'all shoot bricks you bucketless Every year I gotta write a new bucket list (ugh) Don't make me call you by your government Rappers ain't shit without they publicist Something's up with these girls on the net Man the booty on reebok what you pump it with I'm getting right to the pumpernickel Traveling like I just double dribbled Euro stepping I studied the fundamentals Oughta tell flex drop a fucking 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 won't bite I'm fiending for your love Buzzin' for you honey bee I need your sugar rush Promise baby I won't bite I'm fiending for your love You know what, turn the music off
Writer(s): Eli Evnen, Topaz Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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