Teyana Taylor, Chris Brown - I'm Illy lyrics
Teyana Taylor [Teyana Me Shay Jacqueli Shumpert] NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Teyana Taylor, Chris Brown - I'm Illy lyrics]
Yeah, '09 our year, hahaha
Mixtape status, YouTube, hahaha
Teyana Taylor, what's good?
C Breezy in the buildin' yeah, man
Let's go in
I'm in the clouds, homie, no gas mask
Paper long, stacked higher than giraffe ass
Not used to drivin' spaceships
So I'm landin' wrong
On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on
Dolce book bag, Louis rag
Hangin' out the right side
Red lightnin' in my hair
I'm lookin' on the bright side
Listen to my music, yes
I highly recommend it
But, if you ain't messin' with it
Why the hell you commentin'?
And I'm really lovin' rappin' now
Know I had to get it in
Listenin' to rappers and some
Of 'em soundin' feminine
Any stage or any show
I been there or I done it
Too big and these girls run from it, haha
This young nigga's here now, yeah
We 'bout to shut 'em down
My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah
I'm Chris Brown
And ain't no goons with me, gon' act silly
Don't forget, mothersucker, I'm illy
Uh, I guess the magazines just ain't enough
Still wanna play with us
When that beat get murdered, right away
You know they say it's us
Blog sites, websites
They all know I'm dead nice
Porsche at the red light
You Honda chicks is dead tight
Money steady generatin'
Haters give me inspiration
Swagged out generation
Got your child board skatin'
M-O-B so solid, Ray-Bans so poppin'
Multi-colored fingernails
Cranberry phone possé
Killin' every beat I touch
Body everythin' I say pen game, whip game
I just bought a car today
Jealous of my one-of-a-kind swag
You're dumb mad
Shorty tried to copy and paste my style
She's dumb gas
Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit
You rap chicks is burnin'
Here's a number to a clinic
CB is with me, get familiar with the movement
Neglect every instrument to our
Body and abuse it
Alexander McQueen jeans
I'm on that mean shit
Super sweet sixteen clean, my magazine clip
Yeah, you a hater now, check
Check out my gators now
Rockin' goose downs and the
Winter belt crocodile
Can't forget my fur coat, shawty name Merlot
And she mad wild and I like the way it purr
Yo 2012, yeah, I'm rockin' new denims
With the temperature control all in 'em
Yeah, I'm gon' go hard, flow hard
Every time I spit is up to par
You know I show off lyrics is impeccable
You know I'm gon' act the fool
Yokohama model swag, Y-three-two, cool
Yeah, my block is 40F
You know we don't play no games
Timberland, hard denims, wife-beat
Swag flames
Harlem is my birthplace, LA where my work lay
Haters, check my profile, naw
This ain't MySpace, ow
Let me laugh in they face, ass, hee
CB, hahaha yeah, stanky leg
Alright, I hear you
Old Hungry Hungry Hippo ass, hee
Oh, VA in the face ass, cow
Face ass everything
Harlem school of rat ass, hee
What is it thumpin'? It's beautiful
Yo, yo' hair real like mine, man
Bark like a dog ha, a big dog
Woof, woof ayy, we illy, we illy
Yeah, man, we just doin' this for fun
We love y'all yeah, man, 2009 on everythin'
You already know we out
Hey, what you gummin' this? Oh
Hey, y'all, ha
Mixtape status, YouTube, hahaha
Teyana Taylor, what's good?
C Breezy in the buildin' yeah, man
Let's go in
I'm in the clouds, homie, no gas mask
Paper long, stacked higher than giraffe ass
Not used to drivin' spaceships
So I'm landin' wrong
On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on
Dolce book bag, Louis rag
Hangin' out the right side
Red lightnin' in my hair
I'm lookin' on the bright side
Listen to my music, yes
I highly recommend it
But, if you ain't messin' with it
Why the hell you commentin'?
And I'm really lovin' rappin' now
Know I had to get it in
Listenin' to rappers and some
Of 'em soundin' feminine
Any stage or any show
I been there or I done it
Too big and these girls run from it, haha
This young nigga's here now, yeah
We 'bout to shut 'em down
My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah
I'm Chris Brown
And ain't no goons with me, gon' act silly
Don't forget, mothersucker, I'm illy
Uh, I guess the magazines just ain't enough
Still wanna play with us
When that beat get murdered, right away
You know they say it's us
Blog sites, websites
They all know I'm dead nice
Porsche at the red light
You Honda chicks is dead tight
Money steady generatin'
Haters give me inspiration
Swagged out generation
Got your child board skatin'
M-O-B so solid, Ray-Bans so poppin'
Multi-colored fingernails
Cranberry phone possé
Killin' every beat I touch
Body everythin' I say pen game, whip game
I just bought a car today
Jealous of my one-of-a-kind swag
You're dumb mad
Shorty tried to copy and paste my style
She's dumb gas
Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit
You rap chicks is burnin'
Here's a number to a clinic
CB is with me, get familiar with the movement
Neglect every instrument to our
Body and abuse it
Alexander McQueen jeans
I'm on that mean shit
Super sweet sixteen clean, my magazine clip
Yeah, you a hater now, check
Check out my gators now
Rockin' goose downs and the
Winter belt crocodile
Can't forget my fur coat, shawty name Merlot
And she mad wild and I like the way it purr
Yo 2012, yeah, I'm rockin' new denims
With the temperature control all in 'em
Yeah, I'm gon' go hard, flow hard
Every time I spit is up to par
You know I show off lyrics is impeccable
You know I'm gon' act the fool
Yokohama model swag, Y-three-two, cool
Yeah, my block is 40F
You know we don't play no games
Timberland, hard denims, wife-beat
Swag flames
Harlem is my birthplace, LA where my work lay
Haters, check my profile, naw
This ain't MySpace, ow
Let me laugh in they face, ass, hee
CB, hahaha yeah, stanky leg
Alright, I hear you
Old Hungry Hungry Hippo ass, hee
Oh, VA in the face ass, cow
Face ass everything
Harlem school of rat ass, hee
What is it thumpin'? It's beautiful
Yo, yo' hair real like mine, man
Bark like a dog ha, a big dog
Woof, woof ayy, we illy, we illy
Yeah, man, we just doin' this for fun
We love y'all yeah, man, 2009 on everythin'
You already know we out
Hey, what you gummin' this? Oh
Hey, y'all, ha