Lyrics:
beside Meek's personal stylist, Sade
Who tells me
That Meek rarely wears the same shoes twice
Anymore especially his Timberlands, she says
Which are "one
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
rhyme Nothin' like you're in there nuttin' for the first time
That's the type of shit they never tell you now
Bitches come and go I know I know you
Williams and Taylor, they worked well together
They got shit done through rain, sleet, hail, whatever
So much so that they could probably tell the weather
I
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
the spring-lock suit designed again
I thought I scrapped that shit out
William we came back and you're still in pain
I know the chains wont unlock but its
In cuttin' and haulin' in frost and in snow
We're up against troubles that few people know
It's only by courage and patience and grit
And eatin'
For his lazy life status
Making millions saying inane opinions
I'm hating Maisie Williams in the
Same way you're hating Minions
It's a silly thing but I
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
(come on)
Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion
I can tell that you a Devil by them rhymes you're designin'
Your play doggin'
[Intro: will.i.am] (Dante)
You're sumthin' special baby (you're sumthin' special)
You're my special lady (you're very special)
You're so incredible
As William and Mary walked by the sea-side,
Their last farewell to take,
Should you never return, young William, she said,
My poor heart will surely
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
Like redneck or "got the blues"
That's where you apply colors to
Something else, you know, to come up with
What it is you're trying to say
So, there are
can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got
In this conversation
Kanye West and Pharrell Williams candidly
Explore the rewards and perils of a lifelong
Perfectionist ethic best likened
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
you're all standing up
Happy people baby, happy people
Happy people baby, happy people
Wayne Williams keep the groove right there baby
We gon' have
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
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