Lyrics:
The game 'bout to change, Usher
Whoa, man (y'all are somethin' else)
Yeah
A lotta women
You know they say y'all do it better than us
(And I
Yeah
Right
Usher baby, okay
Yeah man, right
There goes my baby
(Ooh girl, look at you)
You don't know how, good, it
Feels to call you my
lost, I got lost
In (Mmh)
I got lost, I got lost
I got lost (Mmh)
I got lost, I got lost
I got lost (Mmh)
Um I got lost, I got lost Um I
Um I got lost, I
Real talk, Usher, just blaze, you know
Oh, oh
(You, you're gonna want me back)
It's the last words she said to me
Now I'm wishing she was still
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
Annie:
I want a wedding in a big church
With bridesmaids and flower girls
A lot of ushers in tailcoats,
Reporters, and photographers
A ceremony with
The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you
the Coliseum
You're the top! Oh, baby,
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss!
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
give the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah (let me warm it up for ya)
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number
you bastards, two classics
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her)
Cause everybody
name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
(let me warm it up for ya)
[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
It's gon be a long night
Drop Usher baby, oh yeah
Yeah man, oh
This is a J-Lac track man
Oh, oh, oh
Oh girl, you know how to find me when you need
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
"she's number four"
"There's number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
"She was selling speedboats in
And every nigga heard me rap
Was sellin' me dreams
S5 is the team, and the beat's from Kanye
I get like Usher in the booth
And do it my way
Still in
Advice-giving by killers who obtain
Bullets and dice, gamble with it
Put dentures on your name price on your head
Sell it for cheap, like an eBay domain
Blucker,
The Supreme tee is kinda dingy
Pass the fucking puffer nigga stingy with the usher, let it burn
Skate session with my niggas
On a cloud, where's
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
wanting to be helped by binding ties
We've been fighting for the love of our lives
And when it breaks down, I beg you don't go.
A sinking ship, I'm
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
the people that run um got um on a short leash
'Cause the people that run um got um on a short leash
'Cause the people that run um got um on a short leash
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