Lyrics:
the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga
So if you wanna come to my Hotel
All you gotta do is holla at me
Cause we havin' a after party
Checkin' out 6 in the mornin' 6 in the mornin'
shinin' Armor All tires
Tryin' to tell you I'm the one, come and holla at me
'Fore I'm on the next ting, YMCMB, ah
Ooh, finally got you right here
Hey, baby
Hey, hey, how you doing
Remember me?
I'd have to lose all the brain cells in my head before I forget something as fine as you
Does everyone
top
Oh baby you got me
She got it like that
And never she stop, she neva wan' stop
Me wan' ride fi you, cry fi you
Baby me nah go lie fi you
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
Yeah
FLOE
I told her it could get real groovy for a groupie baby
You gotta faydo holla Carter baby when you see me
Please do not approach me
You
me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You
motherfuckers looking
dumber than them tights
Bushi , Ali, let me get em right
Pussy, boy let me take your life, I got a couple grand in ice
Holla baby, you gon'
a rodeo (RedOne, Pitbull, let's go)
The world is ours now, dale (it's gonna be a bumpy ride)
It's Mr. Worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, you now the drill (ha-ha)
Ah Ah Yeah
I've no idea what I do ( by Yao)
Follow me if you wanna dance
Move it like a body is in trance
Musically flex no be less
Shorty you do me
Cause we got unfinished business
And when we done roll a spliff up girl
Im about to go
But you know
My number holla at me
Written by: Quindell Evans
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
It's twelve o'clock
and we just flew in
The whole hotel just sent up the hen
Throw them ones on, and meet
me in the lounge
Grab my ice and
I'm ready
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
(ah)
Migo the gang, we will never lose (uh-uh)
So many bitches might catch me on Shade Room
Got a pitbull, thinkin' 'bout coppin' a baboon (ayy)
Free
of war keep me hidden with grace (HAH)
Got a pitbull and he barkin' with force, four times put the coochie in hearse
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it
of war keep me hidden with grace (HAH)
Got a pitbull and he barkin' with force, four times put the coochie in hearse
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it
of war keep me hidden with grace (HAH)
Got a pitbull and he barkin' with force, four times put the coochie in hearse
Blow it back, Blow it back
Blow it
a picture
I'm counting money
I just want me seven figures
You mess with Chako
He gon' bite you he a pitbull
I'm in the cut finna shoot you
If you ack up
I'm
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
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