Lyrics:
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
They call me Muffius
She calls me spartacus
My love is not by force
See the things my money
Don Dey cause
I give her guaranteed trust
Say my love is
Funny how things worked out
They sure thought I'd be dead by now
You can call it grace. God knows I've tried
I've stumbled through life's
a fraction of action
Brings a positive reaction
Call my name
Call me by the name of Jackson
Call my name
I'll do anything to make your dreams come true
Your
butterflies
And I know it's more than friends, 'cause he makes me go crazy
We're into it, let's do it, what is this?
Can we call it love?
Call it love,
Harkness or
As the tabloids call him: Captain Boomerang
Cut to the file page on Boomerang
And then his intro shot
Followed by a scene of him
Tramp!
What you call me?! Tramp!
What you call me?! Tramp!
What you call me?! Tramp!
What you call me?!
Homegirls attention you must pay
Why can’t I see you?
Stuck in black and white
You’re in technicolor brightness
Why can’t I see you?
I’ve been struck by blindness
I close my eyes
close Freddie Pro will do you right
Shawty got me up with them late night calls
She told me pull up as she dropped location
I'm outside beep beep
Ay, say,
(Ooh yeah)
We're alone, we're alone, we're alone, once again
And it's better than being alone here all by myself
I could see it coming from
(Ooh yeah)
We're alone, we're alone, we're alone, once again
And it's better than being alone here all by myself
I could see it coming from
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
By default by design
Time after time
Maybe you earned it,
Maybe you spurned it
But you got it...
You got it
Call it attraction or charm
Sound
I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking
I guess that means your close by
My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing
I haven't been by
the curtain calls
Before the doors close and I witness my downfall
God took you too soon, I'd admit it
Memories fading of times you were in it
Reminisce
baadaye
Let me see you bump ah I see no lie
Chka chka ka chka chka
Bend a bend a bump bump ehe madam
You want a proper fix call me
Not a by the way call me
fly
How can I make it seem that I just wanna try
To know there's someone out there
That won't see me as troubling by design
Close your eyes
Do you dare
Poolside and cigars you already know
Close friends and we mixing up the Malibu
Poolside and cigars you already know
Feelin good when we kicking it by
won't let go
Let someone hold you close
Drive to the end of the road
No place to call your own
Do you lose control when you're all by yourself
Even
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories
Show soul
Kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning to us
the way
I've been through some pitfalls that knocked me down
Made it through close calls and lost some ground
It's a hell of a price I pay
Somebody show
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
the limit, only me can stop me
I am tryna figure it out, man step by step
I am lucky you're by my side
Nahh, scratch that I'm blessed
You and Pops was hard
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