Lyrics:
love with the Hennessy every damn night
Hooked up with B, it's about to get right
It's going down like a fresh pair of panties
Cab looked better
a cab
Should it be her place or mine?
Good security prevailed
And I was home just after nine.
It was later
Later that same evening.
Now I want
the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah)
Long story short, and the short story long (story long)
I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home)
called me "Babyface" in eighty-eight
On 40th and Broadway they made me stay and wait
Cab service, car eighty-five
Ten minutes, they back in the car
Not
on
Heels in her purse
I put her in a cab, you dealing with a jerk
It's atleast a quarter mil when a nigga murk
Shit they follow me like i’m racketeering
They
a fence to catch a cab, ain't no one can stop us
Give me a break about some other mess
What were you? Act like it's everything you got
Push back
the last song
Before johnny on the jukebox says go home
Now it's time to take the last cab home
To my little place just up the street
Because the night
fuckin' your daughter (sex)
Whole lotta bags (whole lotta bags)
FN in the Jag' (F in the back)
Put some hoes in the cab
Put the child in the trash
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's rainin' all over the world
Neon signs a flashin'
Taxi cabs and busses passin' through
care
Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere
I'm in if you're down to get down tonight
'Cause it's always a good time
Good morning and good night
I
Um, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no
Hell of a night, 3:32 wishing that I was there with you
I'm stuck in the cab, too hard to drive
Yeah, I'm just trying
records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
they're jealous of me and you
We're digging through the couch for cash
We're taking cabs 'cause both our cars are trashed
But we're still kicking ass
- Put some records on while I pour
The neighbours might think - But baby it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink? - No cabs to be had out
my name that's on that jag
So go move your bags, let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard, telling me
How I'm such a fool, talking 'bout
at an old school ?? and ??
Scooting and skating, beating and quaking, waking up the ave
With a yellow bone the same complexion as a cab
Money on my agenda
a cab
But now I'm pushin' a camper doin' a similar route
One time, [?] meets Jay Hov
Marion Berry meetin' with Barry O
This is Lil Wayne meets Wayne Perry
Euro, pounds, crowns, get dough
Red Light District, hoes in the window
At the Green House blowin' on the indo
(?) at a room and the cab is the Benzo
We laughed and joked in the cab of his truck
Just my brother and me
The night before he shipped out overseas
A leather-neck, jarhead marine
He
flashin'
Taxi cabs and buses passin' through the night
The distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
Rainy night in Georgia
in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jail
They
go far away from here
While the man at the fire shovels on the coal
Stick your head out the cab watch the driver roll
See the towns & the roads go
to catch an empty car
My pocketbook was empty...
I pulled my cab down over my eyes I walked up to the track
I caught disturb of a sleeping car and never
nintendo
I just hit alt, tab
Switchin' in between two convos
I should just call cabs
And bring em' both here to the condo
Yeah, normally it ain't a question
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