Lyrics:
(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bottly harm
Now grab your girl
And run along
'Cuz you'll meet with me by
provisional green,
Lice' & reg, can get clocked by the feds,
And at least this way, I can still hop a fence,
And too many times that's happened in the Sev',
I
nothin'
I don't like no one for real, I just be entertainin'
Really these are my confessions, I'm not Usher Raymond
Even though I don't go to church no
Gotit gon' get 'em a load
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (this ZaZa)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole
You fold, we bendin', we come out
wasn't by Callum
They say there's postcode wars, now there's wars on the postcode
Don't know how I'm still lured to the pavement (turn, turn, ayy)
See
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
waiting with ya
I'm just a artist and I'm trynna paint my favorite picture
See by your drinking habits I know you a babysitter
You told me you can't have
hear in my ear
Is superstar by Usher Raymond
You feel so amazing
Can't seem to keep my hands off you
My soul your penetrating
With you just a look into
told them I'm the best
Get this bitch turnt, turnt, turnt, turnt,
Yeah, they know we next
I just ride around with my niggas, superstar Lu' in the mix
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
bahama
Venezuela all these bitches like “hey hun”
“What you doin tonight? Let’s take some…”
Chorus
SHOTS (7X)
Everybody takin
SHOTS(7X)
Tel the waitress
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Body of a superstar, the mind of a 10-year-old.
She wants to take you for a ride, the stella has hair of gold.
The lights are on upstairs, but is
Lambo automatic
Superstar status
Shorty is the baddest
I want everything I never had and
Not the type to be overdramatic, -matic
Not the type to be
We could be superstars
I be fuckin' the baddest hoe model broads
Out of this world like I flew to Mars she wishin' on me like a shooting star
I keep
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
noooooooo
I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. heyyy
Ohhhh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
To make
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me
No, no, no (ahh)
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty
curse by all the temptation
Trials and tribulations
Stop running
You got to face it
Embrace it
Your soul is free
But your mind is stuck in the matrix
We
over there in the short dress|You over there you're a princess|You over there by the bar|Look like a superstar||You over there in the short dress|Cutie
warrior,
Then returns to glory
Etch his name, when the sky's low
The crown still above us, 7's within
7 thrones, 7 trumpets, 7 figures
...Only Satan left
The toughest Virgo warrior,
Then returns to glory
Etch his name, when the sky's low
The crown still above us, 7's within
7 thrones, 7 trumpets, 7 figures
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