Lyrics:
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself
I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me
Ooh, deep
the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Your head
old feeling
When you came in sight I got that old feeling
The moment that you danced by I felt a thrill
And when you caught my eye my heart stood
You see really I don't
Give a damn what you may think of me
(That's right you're a bad ass nigga)
I'ma do what I'ma do, I'ma say what I'ma say
Yeah
Know what I'm saying?
No doubt
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
So what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed
(Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga)
You see really I don't
Give a damn what you may think of me
(That's right you're a bad ass nigga)
I'mma do what I'mma do, I'mma say what I'mma say
You see really I don't
Give a damn what you may think of me
(That's right you're a bad ass nigga)
I'mma do what I'mma do, I'mma say what I'mma say
a little loving, just before you pass away
Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself
Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself
fucking with me
Whole crew, all we do is ball like niggas
Stuck in the bubble wit me
Go against me, not smart
I'm the Grand Wizard, you want no parts
You
that shit with me, nigga
By the time I get bigger
I need a father figure someone to lean on
Sipping lean with your team
Big screen on you
You looking
Now beam me up Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin'" written on a
Note by her body i picked up your ho and
She
yelling for help when
He drowned in his blood
Why didn't he defend himself? Why
Couldn't he throw a punch?
And for our community do you
Know what this does?
decked out, my bitch smell like Dior
She spoiled, she want it, she can have that
Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at?
You can tell a lot about
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Well, you should see Polythene Pam
She's so good-looking
But she looks like a man
Well, you should see her in drag
Dressed in her polythene bag
Yes,
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
could you resist
Pull up like Jordan
I'm ballin', whenever I shoot it goes swish
Roller extension i need no connections
I pay attention
But I do not pay
The streets so mean
The men, they stop when she walks by 'em
Whisper "Who is she?" La
Princesa de la silence
Her walk is art, her words are lightnin'
Strikin'
I was loungin' at the Chateau Marmont
Glimmerin' by the swimmin' pool
My man walked in like a slow-motion movie
I said, "You're so cool"
I heard
Team Tyson of theme song haha
By the thug you loved to hate
2Pacalypse now, Makaveli The Don
Outlawz, Death Row, Westside 'til we die
It don't stop
fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope
While you were out
The message says
You left a number
And I tried to call
But they wrote it down
In a perfect Spanish scrawl
Perfect Spanish scrawl
I didn't want to,
Leave you behind,
But your clothes weren't stepping,
Into line.
Too much self pity,
Not enough nitty gritty
And just when you
I'll be your favorite girl
Like a melody, you release me
Just like the greatest song, you are my number one
He's the only one I want by my side
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