Lyrics:
the lane
Baby I drive the Mclaren
Baby yeah, why is you staring?
Baby I got a new pair
I got a new pair of J's
Baby I got a new wave
Baby I like how you sway
fail me
Like they got plans for ya
Ain't nothin' I can do when them laws get they hands on you
But I ain't listenin', even payin' attention
I'm just
à faire de ton gros 4x4 (okay)
Coupe le contact, okay, DJ, rewind that (show me what you got)
J't'en prie, recule si tu sais qu'tu fait pas l'taf (na-na)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Paxor in your ears, boy)
Ha-ha
Boys love pink too
Uh-uh-uh
I know i godda, I'm recording with the mic on my hand
You know what
coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion?
I love you ma
Hate it or love it, the underdog's
her mind there
Stevie J on the mic, Meek Milly P my here
That ain't in the building got Omelly
Coon and Tak here
Now you in my VIP, bitch how you got
to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
Is this a Causion Beat
You know I made that beat
What's a life without green
What's a life unseen
Can't tell it's Hell or Heaven on this Earth
and age...Hey, why'd you change it I love that song?
P:
Because it's about you.
J:
Ok and?
P:
Do you really want to have this discussion again?
J:
What do you
give you something to remember me by
From the a.m. to the p.m
I put it on him when I see him
This weekend ain't strictly for the weekend
We can
(blessed)
I was raised to go and get paid (yeah)
Servin' J's for the Michael J's
(what) , what bitches do for money
You would be amazed (woo)
Perfected my
you a ho I'll tell you what to do
I'll tell you what to do
She got ho tendencies
Plus she fucked the whole P$C
Gon' set it out pimpin'
Come
you, got you, you-you)
What is your love language? What you prefer? (Turn)
Kinda new to all of this madness but for you, I'm willin' to learn (turn,
Got da P for for the low, but I’m taxing
Whatever dat I cop from da plug, he gone match it
Nigga play, you can catch a slug, I’m not with da rapping
again
Smiling at you
What's on your mind, just take your time and tell me everything
I'll be right here by your side and you can count on me
P-B-n-J, me,
hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say, say?
Wha-wha-what did you say, huh?
You're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
die on this hill
You little nigga's two figures shy of my deal
Someone slide me the bill (okay, I got it)
What my eyes don't see, the Messiah reveals
a nigga gotta bust at you or yo homie or in yo girl guts
She already said what's up
Got me thinking should I invite this slut to the cut
Out for the bucks
have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
man Bun B, what?
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
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