Lyrics:
This is the remix
The jeeps pump this new remix, uh-huh
This is the remix
Radios play this remix (huh-huh-huh)
This is the remix
You'll be
Jenny said when she was just five years old,
You know there's nothin' happenin' at all.
Every time she put on the radio,
There was nothin' goin'
I turn my radio on for you, baby
I heard how good, oh it's a band on the run
I turn my radio on for you, baby
Waitin' up for number one
I turn my
by a cracklin' fire
Strumming them guitar strings
And like an old song on the radio
That you grew up to and everybody knows
Pushin' through the water
of your stories
And don't you leave nothing out cause baby I ain't in a hurry
Every little thing you say
Got a real nice ring to it
The way it rolls off
, you're the one
Baby, take me home tonight
Baby, lay me down
Baby, girl it's only right
Baby, you're the one
Baby, you're the one for me
Baby, (yeah!)
ain't focused on your bullshit
When the time comes by, yeah it's gotta be perfected
As time goes by, you don't know who gon ride
Your day one changed up
Shawty no be big yourself
Say me a keep it on a low
Me no kiss n tell*2
You say man na liar
But baby you deceive yourself
Som of the things you do
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip,
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
doing me baby, hit maker hit maker yeah
Every time you play me on the radio station
That shit going crazy yeah
So what’s a hit maker
Is it labels writing
didn't do diddly, dead it
Did it with dignity
You dilly dally and diss from
Distance dig it I disagree
You did it for digit's
Dickhead dummy I do it
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
waiting on folk to help you, help yourself, it starts with you)
Land of the beautiful (get yourself out, reach back, get somebody else out)
Cursed by
on out at the bow o' dat boat
N' he say "I'm gonna move you baby!"
And he did right on into an iceberg n' she went right on down.
It was midnight
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
I'm out on the highway, just about a mile away
Meet me out in the driveway
I'm gonna be there soon
I'll swing by and pick you up
Don't bother
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
one question, are you feeling it now?
Talk about personal benefit
Don't play around just take a hit
Baby, you know what I can’t admit
Feeling it
I took my shot nun but net ain’t no rebound
I don’t box you just see rounds
Dick out my boxers I just baby hold on
Right in her mouth I just gotta
the con and mind games.
Its hard to maintain and stay sane at the same time, steady
Working hard but you bareky gettin by trying
To make a line between
steady thuggin' guess it's time to drill
You still living by the shit that I had told you
And do you feel secure when other niggas hold you
Played my cards
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
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