Lyrics:
to bust moves, so I might just hop in the Coupe
Watch what you say to me, watch what you do to me 'cause my young nigga might shoot
Bitch, you know I got
the fix
I'ma whip it in da mix, i'ma keep you with the shhhh
Oooooh mama - there go that man again
Look what i dun done - chart top #1
True definition how
without you
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in
take heed
And I do not say to you that with me are the treasures of Allah, nor that I know the unseen, nor do I say I am an angel
And I do not say
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
better face it, no place for the wasted
In the end we all die, what you gave back, that's just how your rated
Societies cries, all reflective, can you take
conversation
We both know what we're here for
Can I get some Cookies n cream
With that chocolate sheer soft
Cause you know I whip it whip it
Have that thing
Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man
Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin'
Ain't no limits here baby, here it come
Do you remember me?
The black seed with
You know if I got it, they won't take it from me
But if I don't got it, they know they won't love me
Can't do what I love
No, I can't do what I love
with a bullet roof
Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth
I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"
There's a full-court pressure, I'm
with a bullet roof
Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet tooth
I'm like, "What it do? What it do?"
There's a full-court pressure, I'm
judgemental
People lying, scoffing, mocking
Don't they know that stuff is sinful?
Jesus died and rose
But you take it as a joke
No more games
When you pray
by my shoe
Foreign whip
I skurt off with the loot
Foreign bitch
She don't know what to do
Hopped out
In the 212
Mix it up
Show how you do
I'm trynna
Playing Saturday's fool
Have fun, have fun have, have, have fun
Wait a minute, hook
You know you got the look
But don't play me out cause
It's a Saturday
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do
shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do
the reason that a heathen confesses, repent
Gotta pick a chosen region
To do good to demons big as you
You can't get your mind off lethal
So what you gon' do
every night
Clouded point of view
Rollin up another one
What you tryna do yeah
Know your fuckin limits you gon act a fuckin foo
If she stoppin by
Boy I
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
lifestyle the 41st side get bent run wild
The 41st side two you know how we do
Violate motherfucker I'm a see you, with the Lenden
It's the start of your
with a decision to make, now words shake your destiny
But a missile will take it all the way just as quick as you can say
I wish I never did what I
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
You got the sexual profile.
[Chorus]
money?
(Aw, you know what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail, buddy
We got to go do some work, man...
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