Lyrics:
to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
Rollin' up
to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
Rollin' up
here in your closet
Unbuttonin' all your clothes
I sleep in your bed tonight
But I never find you home
You're givin' me crooked answers
I'm crackin' your
a soldier
Young man, Young Money, but the money long
Curren$y the Hot Spitta so grown (so grown)
And your perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout
a soldier
Young man, Young Money, but the money long
Curren$y the Hot Spitta so grown (so grown)
And your perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout
corn on the cob
What is life? It is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a sport
Yea, I'll play the bitches just like y'all
Like Dr. J played
to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
Rollin' up
C-c-c-crazy (crazy) get your ass in my bed
Baby, you’ll be just my summer boyfriend
(Summerboy)
Let’s get lost, you can take me home
Somewhere nice, we can be
Let me talk to my daughter
Daughter this is your poppa
I know it's been a while
We haven't talked
[Mary J. Blige]
But daddy you've been gone
something
You want to be somebody and be a standout
But got your handout, oh you're broke, I guess it's off to your man's house
Why is sister's giving up
just take you home
Aye I'll do you one even better man
I'll stake out our place just in case some shit goes down tonight
You'd stay up that late for me
gettin' home by four?"
Big man at seventeen
Can't be stuck at my home no more
Mum sayin' stuff 'bout openin' up but
That's what the bros are for
(That's
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
you know I might because I get money
Stuck up on my cool J yeah believe me
All I do is win bully in this I will teach you how man it is a cinch
Cut
Handle your time like a man yo
This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs
And if you don't, well it's only your loss
You're only
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
I'm'
How many drinks you had tonight'
Bartender said that 32 will slur your speech and blur your sight
36 will have you super pissy looking for
wit the most (Violent J)
And tonight we gonna have a little pig roast. (hehe-huh)
Top copper! It's been a long while!
Lace up your boots and come
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
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