Lyrics:
The Lark Ladies. The craze began only a week ago when it was revealed that starlet Charlotte Finley, was dubbed by Ella Lark…
REPORTER #1:
(Ella Lark is
Griotzoe
The Greatest
G.O.A.T like Muhammad Ali
I feel like i've been number one
Since i left my mom's belly
My only competition
Is my own shadow
not much into health food, I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O
Yo, hangin' low, chiefin' high
Time to make you haters cry
Circulatin' gossip 'bout the lady you deserve to die
Memphis Queen will set it off
Tryna get my paper right (Get my paper right)
So, my lady called my phone (My lady called my phone)
She said, Daddy you been gone for too long (Too long)
need us up in them circles
Or they'll die for a band and a shell like the Ninja Turtles
No ooze needed. my pores open, they ooze Jesus
You'll see us
come,
Dese turtles crawling back in der shells, back on da shelves,
N aint nobody buying ur cd, see me,
I bring it live outta da hood, blud it's easy,
run it by the sound
Now she wanna get wit' me
Y'all better run and jot it down
If yo lady pretty then watch her
Lose her, got it, found aye
Put ya money
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
On the bench by that old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart
With sorrow where all was delight
The time has come when the people have
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
play (Ifeoma)
Give me love I no go take play (ifeoma)
Give me love I no go throway (Ifeoma)
20 bottles for my lady (Ifeoma)
Ayé o
Crocs
Five fiends by two o-clock, hypebeast, Gucci socks
Side street, losin' the cops, try me, they shootin' Glocks
Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do
time for an accountin'.
Mom, I sure hope you're listenin'.
Sweet lady, I.O.U. for so many things.....
A lot of services, like nightwatchman for
As I went out through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve o'clock at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candle light
First
saying
L O V E
L O V E
You’re a woman
I’m a man
This is more than just a game
I can make you feel so right
Be my lady of the night
You’re a woman
(You’re
flying high by my side
L O V E
Do you wanna ride in my car
I’m saying
L O V E
Do you wanna get down in my car
So if you want it you got it
Don’t let it go
case o haa haa
Where I dey today na by God grace o haa haa
Before when dem see Kcee all of them gbalaga haa ha ha
Now when them see me them say church
on the outline]
On my own endeavor
Making a move to this music is my only record
[M.O. on my ID
Solo on a highkey
Lady in the purple dress, can you find me?]
One time ladies and gentlemen i go by the name holyfaze
Lomo o wahala
Yeeeeeeh
Oh yeah yeah oh no no
One time two time go
Oh damn its blow money gang
less about the price
All of the money, I go dash
If you do the dirty wine, ine, ine
Oh my lady caroline, ine, ine
Oh mine
Sare wole o, my baby
Jekasere
purring like a
Motor cycle on a supper steroid
Oopsy; ha-ha
O-oh oh
O-oh oh
You know me well well
Sold me well well
Put me through hell hell
My lady, ma ma
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
Nine-fo' (keep bangin')
To all the ladies in
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