Lyrics:
Nor be the kind love when
I fit carry play
And if i lose you
I go dey frown face oh
Ya go make me buss my gun
But i know say life
Na turn by turn
But
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
of the week went to working
I was too tired to get about much but that
Friday night I did get to the West End bar
I sat and waited for Cass hours went by
After
You told me that she's the girl
You just looked down on
La la la bum bum la la la la
You love me more 'cause I'm the
One you put your mouth on
La la
Everything is gold, everything is equal
Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people
Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on
The world's coated in
dimension
Say we dey killing everything but I don’t mention
My wire e dey spark with ah strong tension
We they chop the money you they form pension
Your girl
you're so sweet
To handle you girl i no go fit
Shaking your big bum bum to my beat
You gotta hear how my heart dey beat oh
Na she dey make me dey do things
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
cash
All my friends they high class
I hate bums that say drip
I don’t let girls walk for two blocks
Dior’s on Rest in Pop
I don’t give a fuck about what
the strays (yeah)
Everything ain't all gravy, baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper, 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh,
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
mandem Slow but you know say I fast pass
Fine rude girl with a thick ass
Never underestimate a Rasta
Big man thing, so you know say we talk large
Too hot
shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (oh), everything you do is amazin' (yeah)
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy (yeah)
I got what you need (yeah)
that you love me
But sometimes I feel like you don’t i’m a dummy
I’m writing these songs for you girl
Love everything you do girl
Love all the vibes with
Hips don't lie but your love don't last
until you met my grasp
Move too slow, cause I met my match
Let the dry spell pass me
Hips don't lie but your
queasy. Do these bum niggas greasy.
Front row telfeezy, know that hatin’ hoe sees me.
Look at the skin, bitch! This is so easy and breezy.
Banji girl
the world, I got girls and I got hoes
I got money and some nice clothes
But it wasn’t by choice, born into a good fam
Yet I’m living without my old man,
Your sat on your own, you hear the phone
Your mother calls you, you make a deal
You shake on it but you know it'll fall through
At the scene you're
Baby girl forgot to wear panties
So I smacked her on the bum bum
Baby girl love her daddy
Daddy, he play rough
And daddy like to make his baby girl
me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my
her
I want you! I want you! Oh yea! And also, I was a bum
People called me a scum. So I tried to find another girl
And I'll tell you how I got married
What's playin' at The Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy.
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
getting scary for y'all niggaz now) what's good
There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
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