Lyrics:
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
nigga
So don't go twistin' with a gold nigga
'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch
That you can floss with that don't cost shit
of white like Michael Rubin Fourth of July party
My bitch got ass like Diana Ross daughter (uh-huh)
She wanted me to buy a gram of soft for her
Walk up in
Whatever it cost, put it on the card
Rap game Chaka Khan
New Diana Ross
Hopscotch don't step out the line, put you back in the chalk
Humbly, I ask for
hangtime
Let off nine to your face
Diana Ross, just hit a melody, an earthquake
White flag bangin'-ass nigga, I
Sleep with my MAC, nigga
All these bitches
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Talkin' shit, I'm in your mouth like some floss
Got a bad bitch, look like Diana Ross
My niggas ain't soft and I'm high as a loft
Barely can see and I'm
you it was, Backwood's to the dome
You just have to answer, so I'm not alone
You the realest one that I met since Diana Ross
Hope you don't get
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
surgeries
But she didn't have insurance and lost almost everything
Poor thing
But Diana Ross helped with her bills
Aretha Franklin tried her very best
ready get set, cause here I go
I knew the land, of Rappersville
Castle on a mount called Sugar Hill
Like Diana Ross said loud and clear:
"This is my
saiba que eu subi consciente
Eu tenho intuicao suprema igual Diana Ross em Ascensao
Eu perdi o ar sem chao, se eu sou um astro eu perdi a mao
Eu to no
while I’m trappin’ and I’m on the low
Yeah
All my high and the lows
Feeling supreme, Diana Ross
I’m talking 2, 3, die and I roll
I’m buying the rolls
big dawg
Got a young nigga wit a mask on it
Hit it once and they com back for more
Chain reaction like diana ross
Think it's from my miami like
Biggest comeback but I cannot fall off
What the fuck was thinking you know I'm a boss
And I hop out the cock like Diana Ross
If these shots get
sauce walking Spagetthi
Cuz when i hit i leave the noodle no sauce shot clearer than voss
I had her singing she crying for help im dirty hitting diana no
my ladies I'm the best in it
Tell my niggas I got rest to get
I ain't coming out, no Diana Ross
Sip my Rose in my house, where I get to be the boss
Diana Ross
Shit so Supreme, and now they sick the way I'm gettin' off
Lookin' confused, but humbly speakin' I been a boss
I can make some call and pull
Women looking hella gorgeous Bella's and Diana Rosses
Twisting Russian creams shipping shit was all dream
Vivid if you lived it you would get but you
She is Diana Ross I'm Kool and the Gang got parachutes and a spacesuit wanna hang
Let me skydive in ya mind one time go to sleep maybe you could be my
the matinee
Show them how you play
Show them how you slay
Slay it serve it soft
Lil Mama Lip Gloss
Bitch you better boss
Serve them Diana Ross
Pop, dip and spin
hit it with the sauce
Hitting high notes, black keys, what the cost
No white, just Gladys Knight and Diana Ross
Now when you look, know you looking
that waste line
Let me hit it from behind
Which wall you wanna climb
I felt a Endless love
Like Diana Ross
Sitting on a brownstone
In my air-force
sauce it for you real quick, hey
Diana Ross it for you real quick
Cause I'm gon' mix it
Baby I'm finna fix it
Trust, I hit a stride
So baby I'm finna flip
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