Multi-band device

Tell The Band

Uh-huh-uh
Tell the band they better play my song
We got the youngest president in the building
Gutta Music
Tell the band they better play my song
G's Up
You scared, you scared, you, you, you scared
Tell the Band they better play my song
Ya'll rock them Nikes while I rock them gangsters
Bad to the hood with all dudes and wangsters
Me, I'm a pimp just ask your mother, sister, and brother
Kind folks and others
I never sleep they call me a hustler
Born from another plant
Its not earth
I tell shorty I think I like her
Never wife her just one night her
I'm bouncing far from a snapper
Hate derby but now I'm a rapper
Hi kids I am your master
Things have changed now
It's all about the cuttler
Now walk it out now to left now to the right
Now walk it out
Now walk it out now to left now to the right
Now walk it out
I got the hood J-U-M-P-IN
Now J-U-M-P
Me, I'm aint scared of nothing
Ask you baby mama I'm the best thing coming
Dude speak but me not hearing em
Talk to much so the streets not feeling em
I got the whole hood saying get ride of em
Real educate something like a sininum
I'm to young to retire
I'm fire
You're something like pinochio
Yo yous a straight lier
I'm from the jungle so I blend wit them Tigers
Don't like ghosts so I never had a rider
Call me the young prince of rap
Go tell the whole kingdom the prince is back
It's another R-O
Oh yea you know
I had to do this for the bands out there
Had to
It was only right
Yea, I appreciate all the love man
I be seeing ya'll at the football games
And everything
But you know
Tell the band they better play my song
Haha
G's Up
Du-Dut-du-du