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"It ain't really time to get married
Yet we're still learning each other
Feeling each other out" Meek Mill
Meek has
don't say you don't know I'm right
When I say we'll get by
Ain't no big deal to say I love you still
Call out my name, I'll be here
Ain't no big deal
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
scope on the Drac' (uh)
We havin' our way (havin' that shit)
Havin' my way in the city
Get pulled out your britches, you talkin' or trippin'?
Go put
brizzle
We on our way for a brief stay at a sweet place with a petite face to play
To them niggas that be holding the wall (fuck y'all)
Hit the floor
1937. Only 53 years ago it was legal. Need I say more, on why our beloved fearless leaders go out of their way to censor our access to information so damn
a cheerio
Uhn 忍者s mobbing in the night
Had to get the クナイナイフ (Sheen)
Uhn 大名 what ya know
忍者s Mobbing for my life (Let's go)
Uhn Living by the bay
Everyday I'm
Busta Rhymes]
Ele! Come mek mi dig out dem belly and tek dem dung to di telly
And bring di one Sofie and Diana and Brandy and Kelly
And Shelly
to get dressed
We always want to look our BEST
So we can venture out the door
And enjoy this day more and more
It's a brand new day
It's a brand new day ay
word to Dame Hova
That plain Jane was 12 band, that's 41 millimeters
Playing hokey pokey at the jeweler
One foot in, one foot out
It's dumb to get
big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad (come on)
We in the club holmes getting our thug on
Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on
We
big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad (come on)
We in the club holmes getting our thug on
Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on
We
[Big Pokey]
Before the streets swallow me, I'ma swallow the game
Just use your brain, cause you could lose or gain
The rules remain the same since
separate ways
You the black Al Bundy
Listen man, I'm feeling real upset today
Cause I heard you paid some niggas from Grape
Street to fuck up our battle
like Hokey Pokey
Out the pot I got that OG
Out the lung I am unloading
Smoke is flowing, barbaco-ing
Barbecuing, world is slowing
Getting baked
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
you doing, I'm Big Perm
I'm not like none of these other lil rappers
I switch out my trap make a bitch learn
Switch niggas out, like its yo turn
He
will relax your mind
'Til you get burnt out and you need a next dime
To reinvent the last time (yup), when she got you that, that
Lexus and all di
Busta Rhymes]
Ele! Come mek mi dig out dem belly and tek dem dung to di telly
And bring di one Sofie and Diana and Brandy and Kelly
And Shelly
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
have us a good time (good time)
Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, oh
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out
duck (said get down nigga what?) You know
We-got-shit-that-make-y'all-wild-out
To bounce in the truck (Aye yo, get with the funk, y'know)
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