Lyrics:
ima run into Some hatin ass bitches
Bitch chill I Ain't even know that that was ya Nigga but if you keep on talking
Crazy ima cuff him to get you
This
Crazy weather
We keep it popping in the music
Industry
From keith sweat, ciara
Monica, xscape
To tlc
To usher
Thatz the end of the discussion
My atlanta
watching
And when you tell me about 'em boys that got your number by stalking
The way you killing me - killing me
With the crazy things you do
Opka mi
ain't sweet but Big Mike and his diabetes meter
Homies put a couple kitos in the Kia
Got caught over those rather judged by the Grim Reaper
RIP out in
oddělam
Do posledního kreténa!
Crazy madafaka, davaj si bacha
Keď nabiham na mic a davam ti zaracha
Hej, v hlave tak dva roky Bane
Život je skurveny fail
They tryna walk in how I walked in this bitch
This beat crazy, I'm walkin' this bitch
Back to back, I'm talkin' my shit
They said, "Papa
Why the fuck you
connected like a plug in a Socket How you say you pimping but Your bitches stay
Out of pocket? Yo, dick'll makes Ciara give you her goody
You ain't in
I'll be back, I'm 'bout to go crazy
I ain't pullin' up 'less them hoes finna pay me ('less them hoes finna pay me)
Bitch, I'm the shit, and I ain't
Ladies and gentlemen
Jazzy Pha
Field Mob
Ciara
Superstar DJs
Here we go
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in
Oo-wee
Ladies and gentlemen (gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen)
This is a Jazzy Phizzle Productshizzle (Jazzy Pha, Jazzy Pha, Jazzy Pha)
Ciara
When it goes down
Really goes down
Gotta keep somebody real around
Who realer than you
Who better
Nah NOBODY
When I'm with you feels like Ciara Body
some love
No rose by the be blinded by the
I kill it with my thugs
Winning all bitch so lame
Spending money like I'm crazy more money
More money
Uh, yeah, uh, ow
Uh, yeah, get up, get up, get up (ladies and gentlemen, Ciara)
He said "Hi, my name is so and so baby, can you tell me yours?
Uh, yeah, uh, ow
Uh, yeah, get up, get up, get up (ladies and gentlemen, Ciara)
He said "Hi, my name is so and so baby, can you tell me yours?
C-I-A-R-A
Woo
Every time I look up
He be slidin' through in the F150 pickup
On them things shinin' with the crazy bangin' system
Laid back
And they poof
Higgledy piggledy i scatter them crew
She's Aphrenia these niggas are fools
Hey
Ferragamo or Fendi
Moet or Brandy
Drive your sister go crazy
Drake be
But you know these hoes shady
I could never let them drive me crazy
But shoutout my little mama that's my baby
We one two step on them like Ciara
what you gonna do
Touching yo body it get me excited
I want yo goodies like Ciara, c’mon and ride it
Let them curves show baby no need to hide it
Gonna
Somewhere this shit done got crazy
I've just been driving Ms. Daisy
With my hands on the steering wheel and my eyes on the pavement
I give a fuck
Hey
I'm ready
Ready for love
I wanna find a real love
True love that Ciara type of love
Where I can write a song about falling in love
A new love
distracted by your movements
No time to get into it
We all wrong; who I'm fooling?
We all sin who I'm fooling?
Bible tats be confusing
They don't match how
Chasing the title the young king
Now I'm just a young man
Just became a young dad
To my baby girl Ciara baby
Know that daddy loves ya crazy
But I'm sending
and all them yes men that side wit ya
Ride ya wave lil bitch I hope that tide get ya
No words if u dont live it
Treat bullshit like Ciara ain't no future in
Uh, you my first love and I ain't gon' lie, you gotta be my last
I feel like Future, I'm stuck in the past
'Cause you my Ciara, I'ma get you back
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