Lyrics:
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
Met some chicks that hate men
Those them chicks that hurt me
As a result turned savage
Reason why some women hate me
I apologize but at least I made
I told shawty let's run it
If she keep it one hundred
Yeah you know how I'm coming
Put my dick in her stomach
Ooh
I told shawty let's run it
Yeah
I
at her.
Every other chick becomes a blur.
Be my misses I'll be your sir.
I love her, the way she is, the way she are, a shooting star.
And I pray that you
where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie
They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block
to listen to that joint L made"
Word up
That's the joint you gotta listen to, why know what I mean?
Check this out why y'all
I got the key that fits
[incomprehensible] like you don't care
If you ?bout it I don't doubt it
Show me that you're sho? ?nuff ?bout it, ?bout it
(Try something different here why?all, ey ey)
cousin
We was having lunch at Chimes when you told me that you love me
I ain't never back down from a fight in my life
Big Yock slapped you, you went
I got wavy wit it
Love this chick, I'm like Brady winning
Turn me on, where we belong
Ice on wrist, put my baby on
I got that Jesus, I'm eating that
win
When on the cusp of greatness
Don't get accustomed to making friends
Momma told me the shit that makes
A man is to make amends
Was never into all
See by now I know your girl dun' told you she lovee the sound of my voice
They say, "Drama, we like when you talk that shit"
So I guess your chick
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
two times u just know i don't claim,
Verse
Ur flow is a little bit wreck,that's what they say when it comes to my verse,
i can't be chasing this
would've had em
What we don't know is that it was
Eve and then it was Adam
And they gon hate me for that
But I'm flying high as Aladdin
And I told you
Moving
ass then she let it drop
Slowing it down no one told you to stop
Screaming my name when I'm hitting the spot
She told me her name I already forgot
like "wassup"
I told 'em: "follow me"
They knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
sure this album portrayed that exactly
The things I say on this record are not meant to be taken by ear - I wanted you to Actually share some
at writing
Jotted down some lyrics and I found it so exciting
See the powers in the wisdom that you're not afraid to share
Booked a couple sessions and I told
Y'all know damn well I wasn't lettin' you niggas down
Just to sit back and watch you led by these fuckin' clowns
Four albums in, niggas still talking this
the truth every time I'm rap dissing
That different
I cain't even hold you
We 20 minus when we roll through
I thought I told you
I cain't even
papi let me take ya home"
And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch)
Verse 1:
I got this chick from Cali,
Busting in here on that government shit, got the chick screaming
Grabbing the sheets, trying to cover her tits
She's asthmatic and you laughing, son, I
low
Get it on the floor
You the baddest chick up in here
Let them hating bitches know
So much haters in the room
They may claim that they like we
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