Toothache - Topaz Jones

I’m just old school, y’all, I’m just old school

But what we got here, y’all know what this is (Oooh-oooh)

It’s the groovy punch sippin', stereo whippin', loud sweat drippin'

Like collard greens and chitlins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky)

It’s Topaz Jones!

(Hey. hey)

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)

Uh, 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

Second 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 though

I’m no accountant, I could count like Basie though

I’m lookin 'round like, «Where my 40 acres go?»

I bet I burned that about a 8th ago

She say you 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 (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 get your hand off my stereo

Chillin' with them Kylie Jens, kiss made of collagen

I see you modelin', at least get some college in

Uh, I mean, at least get your 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 Russell 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 (Uh)

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

Know what, turn the music off