Lyrics:
Your everything I need (Sup Chamillionaire)
Everything I want baby everything I need
Do what you want me too (Your all we need)
I would do everythang
I got used to it
I can't be doin' what you doin'
I can't be movin' how you movin'
I be so stuck in my ways
I find myself just sitting in the same
I got used to it
I can't be doin' what you doin'
I can't be movin' how you movin'
I be so stuck in my ways
I find myself just sitting in the same
the back of her Toyota Corolla
I'ma tell it to you straight so Fuck what they told ya
I ain't tripping bout a thing I Keep my composure
Shawty trynna get
takes a little time sometimes
But baby, you're not goin' down
It takes more than you got right now
Give it, give it time
What's this walkin' through
at ground zero
[Connections Zulu Choir:]
What you've done here, is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before you're pulling
)
To give you a piece of my mind
('Cause you can't knock the hustle)
Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star
Last seen out of state
)
To give you a piece of my mind
('Cause you can't knock the hustle)
Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star
Last seen out of state
by her side
Who every night thanks his lucky stars
No I ain't goin no place
Nothing's gonna break me
You're always be my baby
No I ain't goin
Baby you got me in the basement
In times I've wanted this, and now we share
I swear that I ain't goin' anywhere
I swear that I ain't goin' anywhere
And I'm solo, that baby got me loco
Every night she got me goin crazy so I'm smoking dro
I just wanna live my life in peace
If not you can go
keep on hopin' we'll eat cake by the ocean (uh)
Walk for me, baby
I'll be Diddy, you'll be Naomi, whoa-oh
Let's lose our minds and go fuckin' crazy
No more time place your hand in mine
And hold me close it's goin' be alright
I brought the coupes outside, and baby why
I need you by my side
Here
Keep me goin' strong and you fine as shit
Clap for 'em, baby you deserve that acknowledgement
Aye
I need a round of applause
For all the ladies I'm
Bells will be ringing the glad, glad news
Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues
My baby's gone, I have no friend
To wish me greeting, once again
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you
shooters back in time at the behest of defunct message boards
Translucent man-of-war, the tentacles caress my paramour
Implored the bitch to be sensible
they are all lies
As bad as you are you stick around and I just don't know why
If I was you man baby you'd (never worry about)
What I do (I'd be
can you see by the dawn’s early light? Rio Grandé
Let’s not throw out the baby with the bathwater
Make January 6th a national holiday & God… bless…
Baby we're all gonna make it
(It's what the streets need
And want right now)
(I'm tellin' you, it's it
Some substance baby)
Give you what you want when
to the good
You here by yourself, baby? (She here for you, Morris)
Oh, yeah, what's my name
You know
Huh? (Ooh, I love this)
What's my name, baby? (It's
You say that you love me
Promise you won't leave
But you always think I'm lying
Baby what's up with that ?
If I send you my location
Tell you pull up
You nah I mean? Be clear, baby
Funkmaster Flex, DMX
I'm fucking built for this shit right here
That "T" would help though
Here we go again
Yeah,
not what makes this right
You've been building up steam
Ignited by this fight
So do this thing with me
Instead of tying on a tight one tonight
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