Lyrics:
Driving me psycho
Thinking of times when i had you hitting them high notes
Tell me how am i supposed
To get over this shit when I'm trapped in a time zone
Have these niggas wearing halos
Occupation change to angel
All I know's revenge
They way they sin they can't repent
Take your girl by ten
I'll have her
and try to analyze this (analyze this)
Hand over fist, how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo, get rid of the niggas
she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's getting hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
Or bygones be bye, gone
We gon hold it down for the right song
We can bust a move with the lights on
And we will never care about the way they put they spice
just wanna move with you)
You're diggin' my groove (you're diggin' my groove)
I look like a move to ya
Sip by sip, girl
Let me see the way that you
star
You’ll go blind, you’ll go mad, you’ll be scoured by scars
But do you believe what the fact gougers say…?
June felt like popcorn at the end
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
Standin' by the disco floor
Spot this girl
My heart jump and move
Yeah, yeah
is call
Let me show you how to ball
About to piss some people off
Let me flip you over
Dig in deeper when I move in closer
Rub you all over
Let me give
gotta do is call
Let me show you how to ball
Bout to piss some people off
Let me flip you over
Diggin' deeper when I'm move in closer
Rub you all over
Let
those champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (yeah,
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
the breeze
Scratch that tornado
Nah it's tsunami
The devil be trying to steal my calm so God can deny me
Protected by God so please do not try me
Imma shoot
me
She said she got a man but he ain't fucking like me
I ain't take her home, I bend her over the seat
Cops drive by, see me grabbing and slapping her
I see them haters come my way
Get the fuck up out my face
All of these haters be falling over
(All these haters be falling over)
Sometimes you gotta
Baby I can give you the world
Baby baby baby even diamonds and pearls
Do you want it?
Been around the world once, met every girl twice
Never
bag ah dog food, me ah bun it by di sack
Real high when me driving in the fckn Cadillac, woah
Feeling real nice this year, man I think I got the spice
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
I always kind of figured love would pass me by
The kind of girl I wanted wouldn’t want a guy like me
I thought that she, wouldn’t look twice
You
I’ve been making music my whole life
Wether it be
Tappin pencil
Instrumentals
Or playing
Pianos
In the night
When I was young we couldn’t afford
on ya (What?)
Bend ya ass over, put ya hands on ya knees, 42 hut-hut, see the ass done hiked on 'em (Yeah!)
Nigga, don't move, put ya hands on ya pocket,
riding in my foreign car
I'm wit ah city spice
I got ah Country-Phone
My nigga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling
Me the city's mine
We do
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