Lyrics:
no body know your name
But looking like you do could be famous
I could see us makin' waves
From the back of the club
To a bed in the shade
Now I don't
me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
pact, man that shit is whack so I bring it right back
But you're still on me like plaque, and I think I might attack
Like these words are abstract
me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed
You got me wantin' to be with you all the time
You make me wanna pass them chips girls you are so fine
How 'bout me and you go jump in my car (Oh)
Talk
You not gonna believe this
They still tryna put a ceiling on our greatness
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
What you think, they can stop this?
that you would think you're in Venice
I'm Polly the best
There ain't a pocket that I ain't been in
I do my own sessions
I am not stuck to a time limit
I
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
But do you know about me?
(Is it you?)
Is it me? Is it you?
Tell me who
Who's the other girl?
Who's the first? Who's the fool?
Who's
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
the subject
Ok
(This bitch don't know about Pangaea, uhm)
Brain leave it alone
I'm starving, are you hungry by chance?
Oh my god I'm so hungry
Yes, do you
at the table and I'm turning up
1am
You're on my mind
I wanna hit you up
2am
I call your phone
When I leave the club
Do you think about me
When you wake
Or when
family up in this motherfucker
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't never gonna' catch none of us slippin' by ourself
'Cause we always together
You
hit the town
When we do them haters frown, nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line and bitches think we fine
I know you feelin' drunk
battle rap turned Day into?
Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?
Did you really think "Paul Walker" was a dope song?
If so,
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm
on each arm)
And you know I?m bout to double up (I keep one on each arm)
Double up
Pimpin' don't stop when I walk up in the club
See a girl with
What do we run?
We run the world (who run this motha', yeah)
Who are we?
What we brought?
We run the world
Who run the world? Girls
goat
Story this for spaghe way make everybody saka
Who are you
I b minister for spaghe all ma g dem get to cash out
Spaghe na vamvam d thing do flow le
dirty juice
I got the juice q
She think its true
She say who are you
She aint have no clue
She ready to lick me up
She think i'm hella smooth
But before
club. Ask her about it.
I am now someone who firmly believes there are no coincidences in life. If I was confused as to why fate brought me to this job,
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
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