Lyrics:
shawty
Yeah, you a dime times two
You could be the one who told you girls that you found the
Man of your dreams
For you I'm a fiend
I'll do anything for
it would happen
With me and the girl from clapham
Out on a windy common
That night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rations
With some or other
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror
I am the original black Elvis
That's right; when you see me with my wig
No relationship I could define
Carry through by myself
So I could earn some wealth
City nigga I was raised right as a kid
Never smoking on that mid
dimple
For all that talking fucking up his dental
I never knew when I was little
That I would fall in love with instrumentals
Or evil hoes its something
That's why it's so hard for me to trust right now
(Woah)
Call me up girl, when you need me
Call me up girl, when you need somebody
Call me up girl, when
He wakes and says, "hello", turns on the breakfast show
She fixes coffee while he takes a shower
"Hey, that was great", he said, "I wish we could
summer flew by, that girl was so mine
We just ran out of time goodbye
I'd take it back to that last orange moon I would have said I love you too.
Mascara
write my lyrics to you, you the perfect instrumental
I sound better than the cat who rappin' to you now
That's between me and you, what happened to us
Girl named Kiara, I swear to gosh I was killin'
She just knew that I was feelin'
A young nigga was feelin'
And she wanted me 'cause a nigga was fresh
to come
Blinded by Deep Grief
That she may open again to Love
But if so, may that girl
Come to be my lover
#INSTRUMENTAL
I am willing
Not for you, but for
a turn
I don't wanna know a pretty woman wanna flirt
Learned you can judge a nigga by the women that he curves
I love this game, I ain't lost focus
I'm
Heart of Hearts
By “Black Girl Singer”
TNM231008
*Instrumental Intro*
I don’t wanna hear another story that we talked about
‘cause I’m gettin’ tired
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
the city on the map map
Ya ya (hii) ya ya(hii)ya ya
#instrumental
Bikelyfe ya we reckless
Pulling out on them stretches
Wholeshot down street
Man that
I met a shawty at a party so I had to write a story
Had it write now before my chance slipped away
So to the one girl that had my heart swirl, this
That boy gon' get the girls man, he gon' make 'em all soothe
In a bubble bath in the jacuzzi, might pull a yellow bone floozie
That boy don't
of pen and pad
Playin' instrumentals off a tape and then over-dubbin' what I had
It was everything, because I had nothin'
And man that was alright,
games of soccer
Teach em fighting skills that'll send all of their foes to the doctor
And the smooth talk needed to pull honeys by their lockers
Support
Make I come hold you like a Prisoner
No make me take up the the Matter
The girl ah waist wine
Like a Wini wana
Not time for a shima drama !!
The matter
smile, I melt inside
Just an ice cube boy with the sun by my side
I'm just a sad boy counting the particles of sand
Hoping a little, cutie girl would come
Yeah I know he a switch yeah
That's my girl and she legit
Told me keep that thang on me and watch who you with
Cuz ya homie they phony I know he
When I'm with you the mood feels so right
You are that girl that I wanna hold tight
And never let go, you that one for life
Listen, you that one for me
Bomb ass pussy
Bomb, oh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Bomb, oh, you got some bomb-ass pussy
Bomb, I know you got that bomb, bomb pussy
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