Lyrics:
asking like what you want from me
With all the hate
see Still I show love
Even tho they don't support me
Slime
Still I show up
I rock my own fashion,
(Tell them bitches)
You can call me... if you wanna
Beat it up beat it up like Rihanna
Step in All black like the gap on Madonna
(Here to)
Blow your
cookin', home cookin'
I'm afraid I shoulda stayed at home
(With a cricket chattin'
Summer nights you sit on the lawn
Dog wants pattin'
Nine o'clock
a city Benz[01:27.43]Drop top[01:28.22]Yeah, yeah, you my twininem (twininem)[01:30.07]Madonna[01:31.07]Yeah, she said she want me to pull up, I
your music and dance with me
Take it slow on a fragment of melody
Take it slow and you'll find your way back to me
Take it slow
I don't want
got you
Fuck up the club
Hoes wanna knock boots
Can't knock you girl
I know you want gwop too
But you got the wrong dude
Yeah
You made the wrong move
[Pre-Chorus]
Okay yes, I will admit
I do like to talk a little bit
I bet you wish women were quiet
But listen, I could give fuck, I been through some shit
I
Thats my Madonna
The Devil ain't the only one with Prada
She's my IslandBabe just like Moana
Ima let her do just what she wants to
Ya, ya, ya
Thats
Tryin' to get that Madonna you know Hannah Montana
Can find me sittin' Indian style with the Dalai lama
Konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara
I
Well she's every dream girl from Monroe to Madonna
You'll swear she walks on water, she's so fine
Oh and if you ever kissed her
Well I tell you my
the Floor
Up down left right Got them cheat codes
Told you lil niggas I'm upping the score
I wanna I wanna shoot from the free throw
Ball by my lonely but
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock the bells
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
don't got a problem
I gotta tell you that I want you
Don't want nobody else to come through
Ima pick you up you can hit the sunroof
Yeah it's raining
I'm not from this earth you need astral projection
To reach me you need to be smokin Nirvana
Fall for a bad bitch she draped in designer
She
won't
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock
from Madonna
Yeah we on the come up
Work till the suns up
Shine on my face
Hot like a sauna
Leaping with faith
The Rey like I'm Lana
I'm dreaming away
close to Madonna,
Dosie cabanna, toast by a ?
I 'posed to be want to of those dudes ridin in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the ? but I'm gonna, I keep
Concert in the car
With Mariah and Whitney
Living on a Prayer
Thanks to Bon Jovi
Driving in our escort
Everything looks clear
With you by my side
There
nigga right there, I know I know
Her friend ain't want to give me the pussy
You want to know what that bitch said to me
What happened?
I really
weight
Let me demonstrate the key to create
Check out the vibe that I am create
You want me to stop well it's too late
Want me to flow? never me
weight
Let me demonstrate the key to create
Check out the vibe that I am create
You want me to stop well it's too late
Want me to flow? never me
I want a nun!
I want a nun!
I want a burro,
In the frosty light!
Thing-fish:
You want a nun? de boy want a nun? what de fuck kinda nun you want
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