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You keep a bunch of guys screamin', hold me over hoes
I keep a bunch of chicks tryna blow my fuckin' stick
And now you lookin' at the kid, like,
takin' my
Aye
At Chick-Fil-A, I order number 2 deluxe
Went to Popeyes, shorty didn't show me love
So I told her that her edges need to be redone
She
A young lady was talking to me the other day
Ask me if I heard a new song called B.o.b. ( Battery Operated Boyfriend),
And when I think about it
Good evening
Police do not try to adjust your radios
There is nothing wrong
We have takin' control over this city
As to bring you this special
arson
I'mma be takin' up arson
Pale in comparison, failure embarrassin'
She called me embarrassin'
Then called to repair the sin
I missed her like
singing this song, out version of a John Sebastian song
Darling companion
Darlin' companion, come on and give me understandin'.
And let me be your
a crab, I'ma go cop a Sebastian
Bitch brain game do the dash
Musta been takin' some classes
She's a swallower, got a scholarship, I wonder where she got
to suit ya
Well, you're not her kind of man
That deja' voodoo I will if you do
It's deja' vu all over again
She takes my hand and she whispers to me
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
and all the parties I be
Drive-bys with kids that killed accidentally
That's the type of shit they try to pin to me
Tragic situations give me my identity
you hear the song so dance
Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants
Um, 'cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see
on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me
you hear the song so dance
Don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants
Um, 'cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D
I'm takin' you places you only see
a call
I wanna see you again
But you're over it
Over it, over it
So I'm moving on
Don't gotta tell me the truth
I don't wanna know
You said that I was for
some Alize
[Sin]
Got in the game like what, it's over man (say what?)
I spit vodka, ain't sober man (say what?)
I'm a bigger guy, need extra pay
in our town, oh baby
As I said before, I go by the name of Puffy Daddy
And I'm a Scorpio and I'm not a jealous guy
Come on sing for me Mase
Intoxicated by your touch
And everything little thing would you do
Oooh, crazy love takin’ me over
Oooh, crazy love takin’ me down
Woah-oh-oh, you’ve got
projects over ten years (all my chains, they glow, killin' all these shows, yeah)
We're takin' it back to the basement (suicide my doors, fuckin' all these
around me makes you so happy
Makes me think you're ready to finally be, woah oh
Finally be my guy
We could go for rides by the seaside
Takin' polaroids
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
Unheard
Diana: And I, believed every word
Diana: Next day you came my way
Supremes: My way
Diana: And not a word you say
You passed me by
Supremes:
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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