Lyrics:
with no ending
I will always be standing
The Genesis of all my prophesies
Come and help me with this
Father please, come and help me with this
This is
, call home if ya change your mind.
Oh, I don't mind.
I guess I saw it comin' day by day.
But, oh, I could not stand the failure.
Before you leave,
just jump over the bridge
And pimp slap em for doing it
I'm ma embarrass ya so bad
That ya label won't say they know ya
You's a good ass promoter
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)
A considerate brotha (whoahhhh)
[Timbaland]
(ea-sy) Feel me now
Feel me now baby, come
You can call me (call me) a considerate brotha (uh-huh)
A considerate brotha (whoahhhh)
[Timbaland]
(ea-sy) Feel me now
Feel me now baby, come
let a nigga see cuz they won’t let a nigga breath
Yea I caught the breeze by the trees now I’m hanging out with the king
Now it’s just us no peace you
what you'll say
You'll tell me
Baby, baby, please don't go away
But when I play, I never stay
To every girl that I meet this is what I say
Run run
required
So baby won't you wrap yourself up in my sweater
If we could keep each other warm tonight we'd both feel so much better
So baby please come home
(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') Yeah, what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American dream, you know?
baby, I wanna get with ya and take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me but that butt you got
(Oh, it make me so horny)
Oh, rump that smooth skin,
Yeah I think you really need me
Man this life thing got so easy
Everybody tryna' please me
Switch it up, why won't you tease me?
Why won't you?
Yeah
Mickey
'Cause when you say you will, it always means you won't
You're givin' me the chills, baby, please, baby don't,
Every night you still leave
at seven forty
Promise that I won't tardy
Red bottoms on you like Cardi
We can skip the after party
Come home and I get you naughty
Got stretch marks all
Come, Mr dJ, song pon de replay
Mr dJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the
Dancefloor wantin' some more
Mr dJ, won't you turn the music up?
and you bitter
Grace won't get delivered
I'm tryna put my whole team on
They tell me to give up
I will not pick up
Go tell them niggas to dream on
This for
I'll tell you walk by
I'll give you all mine, all mine
Let me get round, oh
Baby get down
I see you this town
I'll be there won't bounce, oh
Baby get me
wasn't you. Oh won't you see you are beauty
Beautiful afro kings and queens, sons and daughters of royalty... Do you know who you are, you come from
runs deep
My care runs deep
So if you're hurt please do come by
I aim bulls eye
I hit bulls eye
But all of this must just go by
Off world
Off world
Off
a ride
She said iz that 'chu wit the Lamborghini
Iz that yo car parked outside
Yeah that's my car girl
And if you won't to you could gon' (go on)
But
and weed
I won't rest until my road dog is free, bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider before you die
We ain't even come to hurt
B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G
Its the beginning of my fame
And I'm here to play the game
Please don't hate on me because we ain't the same
And if you do that is
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
greetings once again
Choirs will be singing Silent Night
Those Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas (please come home)
Please
greetings once again
Choirs will be singing Silent Night
Those Christmas carols by candlelight
Please come home for Christmas (Please come home)
Please
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