Lyrics:
long
Are you really built for it all
Foundation
Do my bit for the cause, no pause
On it if its on my g of course
I ain't really tryin to hear no talk
I
just wanna tell you guys
Ha, I-I-I hold thoughts in my head
But my mouth is like sand in my fingers guys
I love you guys
They're under a spell
It's
by the way you shakin your perk-u-later
I'm the smooth operator
Hot mommy motivator
What I really wanna do
Put that thing on you
butter up yo hot
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
I'm really sure
I was wrong and I do
Another late night
And I'm lying here alone
Dirty black screen
On a silent telephone
No sign of life from you
on a track
we poppin
talkin that money
you know I'm coming
cold with the flow
got a nigga lookin bummy (ugh)
dirty dollars
make these fuckers wanna scream
right now I'm booing you
What did Kobe, Gigi and them other passengers do to you? (What they do?)
My condolences at this time is all I could offer
Kobe
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
my hand bys
[Chamillionaire]
If you leavin stupid messages on my answering machine, then stand by
[Chorus]
[Outro - Chamillionaire - imitating
Are you ready?
Now move in, now move out, hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up, tell me what ya gonna do now
Breathe in, now breathe out,
to hold
Will I meet another girl who leaves me before I'm old
Will I get to hold your hand when the winter feels like hell
Or do you even exist? Will I just
my way now you tell me how that sound
Hook:
I got hittas in my section (so hold up)
No hatas in my section (no love)
medicated in our section (roll
playing when I pull up with that thing and I start slaying
5 10 155 I do damage motherfucker
Don't you fuck with the vibe I need peace my brother
I seen
and fly any day
You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my
See as I day grind, grind, grind for you my love
No do gra, gra for me, oh why
You for dey whine, whine, whine for me, my love
Beauty sent from above
you stop something that you niggas can't see
I do my dirty by my lonely thats how I eat
You don't need to see a damn thing the turn and snitch on me
hand and hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
You know how much I need you
To have you, really feel you
You don't have to change a thing
No
on me
Like the nigga that you wanna be
Or the nigga that you wanna see
And I represent the south dirty
Y'all mind y'all business
I mind my business
I do
dashboard
Red flags in the rear-view
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don't think straight
But
on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I
pressed
Look at me now got u tight huh
Mad I'm out here livin life huh
Ain't rush my relations with none you dirty birdies
I waited out for the right one
ain't mad at nothin' tho)
Man, you ready?
I think the DA wanna murder me
As they swore me in I
Spelled my name nervously
Feeled like I committed perjury
seems
All my niggas hold it down we the last breed
And I salute ya right hand until they kill me
What's really real
I'ma keep it real with ya
Keep it
scars and my tattoos
When we head for my hideout, act right
Boss playa when I ride out, that's right
What's ya phone number?
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