Lyrics:
Sally, things close early
It's a holiday
They tell me
How long
Have you lived here?
Have you seen
The river?
Do you know the proper way
universal
So no matter what I do Know
It's all about you
From a car, to a train, to a Plane
My love is right here Know that it won't change
Baby come here
I handed him a match and he nodded his head
"You come here often?" he smiled as he said
I said, "I'm always around, I'm either here or there"
He
Drummer Jits
Been fire chopping, that's how we get down
I know Mary gon' fuck with the sound
Lil Baby J, you the GOAT
Lemme give you a beat
Where the fuck
Hey
Hey
Hey
Here it comes again the beautiful warm weather
Right before the end of everything forever
The end of bars and clubs with lines
Hey
Hey
Hey
Here it comes again the beautiful warm weather
Right before the end of everything forever
The end of bars and clubs with lines
need to change,
i be too stuck in my ways
wanna fuck then she get slayed,
by that money you get slayed
baby i dint come to play
i just came here
The FUCK)
Yea
This Just Bars right here
I go by Ots J Huncho
I'm the rawest nigga you ain't heard of
Sickest in the city
Rawest in the region (Facts)
I like
Yo, Yo, Elijah. Come on my nigga, come on!
Where's he at? Is he gonna pick up?
Yo, trying to innovate this shit my nig- come on!
Pick up the phone,
Come get wit me I'm where you wanna be
Just tell me what it is yeah
Come get wit me don't try to play me it's a quarter after three yeah
We can just
sweating
Life so sweat it was creaming. No way he was leaving
No scores to make even until late one evening
Drove to the spot. Oscar Ay, come here
New
I have had it up to here with you
I'm start-in to get really sick of you
I just don't know what to do
But what are you gonna do
I have had it up
telling jokes, he said he was Kevin Hart's friend
Homie ain't come here for no comedy show
Catch a homie, get low, not even you mommy could now
No
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
I still laugh
Think about the holiday when you snuck
And ate a whole cheesecake we ain't even get mad that's your favorite
We was so stressed out,
Well, my name is Schaffer and
I'm here to say
I can rock the mic in the oldschool way
I got a funky sound and right about now
I'd like to break it
Gutta, you feel like rappin? (Fo sho)
Well looka herei'mma let you do you first
And I MIGHT come behind you
This SQAD UP right here manyou know what
wo ooo
It's so clear
That you care
Come right here
Yeah you know I want you
So near babe
Right here babe
It's so clear
That you care
Come right here
a ride with a player
A high atmosphere
If you down we can fly outta here, baby (You on top of the world, haha)
Come and take a ride it a player
You bored
dude from 'That 70's Show?
Shoot, I played it off said, yup that's me
Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD
You're kidding me
Go on, hey D.J
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
P. Diddy:
Lord, help us
Jermaine Dupri:
Come on
Bono (of U2):
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Gwen Stefani (of No Doubt):
Oh, brother,
to run (I like this, come on, yeah)
You have just run out of ammunition (yeah, need it right here)
Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun (come on, son
to run (I like this, come on, yeah)
You have just run out of ammunition (yeah, need it right here)
Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun (come on, son
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