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the lights down low
Put the stereo on
Put on our favourite record by
Ella Fitz and Louis Armstrong
And take you to the living room dancefloor
And I'll hold you
you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see niggaz die
Brains all leakin' out on the street
And the pastor preachin' "He was a good man"
Played
say ock.
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera.
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-'cause I love thee.
If you live by the sword,
was hair I wouldn't die for ya
Trying to pull five bucks from me is like trying to pull five molars
You'll get your eyes swoll up, I'm on my straight
Drop the rocket boosters and I'm shiftin' into high gear

Bowie on the system and a bottle on my knee
Armstrong ain't got nothing on me
Hey ho, here
in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just
a bad bitch from St. Louis to Valejo
Way up they don't exist (men tie Taio)

This ain't ecstasy
Yea, see I got something you gon like it
Depending
a bad b**** from St. Louis to Valejo
Way up they don't exist (men tie Taio)

This ain't ecstasy
Yea, see I got something you gon like it
Depending
and snort

I'm gettin' high in the seats of my Porsche
Federales, love to see me in court
And tell the Lord, I hope you keep me in thought, pray for me)
But
and snort

I'm gettin' high in the seats of my Porsche
Federales, love to see me in court
And tell the Lord, I hope you keep me in thought, pray for me)
But
like a bungee jump
With no rope but I ain't trying to see the bottom
Because that's were I came from, I ain't forgotten

You got the love
You got
ain't all that good
A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go to Magic City
you giving, ain't all that good

A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go
Yeah, this is Speezie Ace Black Bossalinie
Fetty Chico, Shiznilty
I just want to say I got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn't
what's the matter pops, gettin sweated by the cops
for standin on the corner, you're bound to be a goner
yo one of these days, but still you needs to clock
car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas

Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I
would you try that
Porsche turbo, cayenne, I'll buy that
G5 jet, pilot, I fly that
Burn good shit, get as high as I get
My minds sick, I'm criminal
on murders premeditated
Absurd I hesitated observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away
Drinking Saki on a Suzuki we in Osaka Bay
Playing soccer stupid
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it

Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????

[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
[Intro]
It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it once
And you ain't never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's
to see the bottom
Because that's where I came from, I ain't forgotten,

You got the love
(Who's got the love)
You got the love
You got the love
Absurd I hesitated, observe cock and spray
Hit you from a block away

Drinking sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka bay
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's
Bugatti the Range and the Rolls
Got me freakin? off with some high class hoes

You know with me man, anything goes
I have shorty in the telly, working all 3
got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in