Lyrics:
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
I got a little spice of cinnamon
In this mixed up world we're living in
Where in your mind you're not enough
But to others, you're just too much
steak
I guess you are what you eat
I guess you're Lizzo taint
Apologies to my mother, she thinks that I'm a saint (it's all good)
Apologies
closing
Where do you wish you were instead?
You got me hanging by a thread, yeah
Oh, tell me now
Who do you love?
Is it him or me?
'Cause I can't
just when you think the
Boys aren't going
A mysterious man in the front
Gave a warning
The captain looked back
And she said are you sure
The man just
the one you looking for, there's no need for you searching
For dudes who are worthless, you got a special person
But he ain't doing what he 'posed to do
and spice and everything nice
Wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room
For the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King
you and shoot you. They don't know how to handle humour,
peaceful humour and that's our message really.
Questioner: what do you think was the biggest
you liked
That I left behind in the French Quarter
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections
Than people who are most content
I
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
wish you had
I am so pretty, all my girls are bad
We been there we done that, you wish you had
Hot, hot spice
You know i got it like that
You know i move
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
loan
Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
And the see-H-P's think they
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
niggas they was not it
They let you down broke your heart im here to stop it
Treat you like the queen you are I'll be your top pick
Cause girl you got it
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
need a girl who gone say that she love me
I don't care what people think
So why would I even explain myself, you know?
You know
Myself
You know
Myself
gonna recognize, they know who you are
Well if they see me today, they gon' be cool tomorrow
'cause I'm a be at Circuit City buying DVD's
And hungry
(Ray Charles) Ooh boy, open your eyes
A girl like me ain't waitin' all night
Ooh boy, better think twice
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice
the only one who truly knows me
And shows me, like my heartbeat
She's more than just my girl
Now all I gotta do is cup a ring
To show my homie just how
Much
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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