Lyrics:
Talk to me
Tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away
Like a bomb
Yeah, baby
Talk to me
Tell
She's got a date for lunch in Singapore,
Holds stock in I.B.M. and hates Dior.
She puts up her make-up on at 6.00am
She goes to work, gets home
how you move
Loving how you groove
Something tells me that this pain you alone can soothe
Now I reminisce, incense burning, the high grade twist
Reggae
right now, cause if I wasn't who I am, she would've been moving in by now
But instead we're moving slow, I guess she's used to it by now
And she gives me
South side Nigga for life
She's a south side shawty for life
Yeah
I've been tryna' get with you for a minute girl (now)
Why would I turn you down
confident
Oh no no, oh no no
And I'm down with it
Oh no no, oh no no
She's confident
You could tell by the way she walks in the room
She said it's her
piece of ass
It goes by the name of Chocolate Trophy
She laced up her heels
She go hit the stage
She wipe down the pool
Now watch her go crazy
She say
Now this is for amusement purposes only, ha
Be careful of your neighborhood pick-pocket
Me bredrin when them call name slick
Who this
Well who
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she's popin' it, popin' it,
And don't just stand there,watchin' it, watchin' it
Get up on it now
Take her by the waistline and get in her groove (get
Eywa tried to tell you I'm a soldier
Take me me with you you can teach me bout the forest
This cup is empty help me fill it girl I'm for this
She says
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
reggae
She wanna ginger my ting cause i pay pay
Its always hot every day like pepe
Money in my pocket
but can't find love oh no
Honey for my socket
You
baby, just suck it , suck it
If your ho only know
That she was getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by
the dance floor
Was like a forbidden land
Where people would never dare to go
But now everyone's doing it
I said it's a dance galore
Look who's dancing
the lost and found
You can't have her back, she mine now
You too big for this lil bitty town
And it's a shark filled ocean, don't drown
She got a gun
'll do it for the coca
She hmu
Said she needed to score
If its good like the last
Bring a 3 and a 4
Cmon pull up
We can meet at the store
The one by
Now is six years gone she aint having no fun/
She don’t want to be a cheater but jerry start to beat her/
Now she looking online for a late night
?
And the overwhelming majority of these students said no
God doesn't understand reggae
There was blindness in menace
Now loom alliance squash, splash it blast it
Flame
lovers leap is not for me
And she nuh waa keep it a secret
But she can't tell him who she sleep with
And she didn't know how to tell him
She was in love
(Cook that shit up Quay)
Yeah, fifty-five hundred for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
Give her a couple of thousands now she
She travels for her living
High fashion, fast life, modelas
The story's a novela
Passport says she's called Manuela
She stops by the bodega
Dancing
not the one for life
So she's leaving by the end—and I'm cold but I'm bust down
I been taking sweet just to fuck now
I'm a sharp shooter so I never
that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for
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