Lyrics Toothache - Topaz Jones

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