Lyrics:
look your eyes I know that I'm in love (Ohhh)
Girl I wanna Marry you
I love you
Girl I miss you
Girl I want you
I need you
I love you
Girl I miss you
she got too drunk I had to carry her
I put her in drip like a jerry curl but I still told her that I'd never marry her
I got money on the dresser
Girl
protege
(Crazy Eddie) There ain't a record that he can't play
(Crazy Eddie) See him once and I know you'll say
(Crazy Eddie) Can hold his ground against
protege
(Crazy Eddie) There ain't a record that he can't play
(Crazy Eddie) See him once and I know you'll say
(Crazy Eddie) Can hold his ground against
(Taji say wassup)
Yeah, yeah
(Evan can't be touched)
Ooh, ooh
Oh Lil Eddie
Yeah
She give mouth to relieve tension
I call that oral solution
They
He say he want a bad one he say he wants a queen
He say he want a hustler to get it by any means
He say he wanna marry the woman out of his league
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
me away to another world
Last September, it was late one night
Eddie's on a hilltop and he's listening to a fight
Finds a young girl, well, she's
They call Moma Rita and my Daddy Jack,my little baby
brother on the floor that's Mac,Rhett and Lynn are the
family twins,big brother Eddie's
red, yeah
Blood on that package by the back door
These niggas ain’t juggin’
I can show ‘em how to trap though
Cold blooded steppa’
Show ‘em how to work
and marry a man!
Who wanna do a shot? (We do)
I'm gonna get fucked up (Me too)
We came for a week, we are kings of the beach,
Spread water on the girls
stick around
Little girl you know you set my soul on fire
Every time you walk away
Oh darling marry me
Come on now marry me
Sincere as I can be
call from Guy fisher
This was way back in 89 when the Miami boys had homicide with em
Rich porter real fly nigga
Yeah I see you nigga shinin
They uncle
that's the difference with me
From the ball playin' nigga that ya see on TV
I escalate up to the spot on the Hill
Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy
no doubt that we're
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Now, goin' one-by-one
Individually we'll rhyme to expand the fun
So clear yourself from
jack off bitch
I’d rather jack off then deal with that hell of an ex
Yo man it’s a hell of a mess
GIRL: “Scotty’s dead.” (LAUGHS)
Written By: Paul
My pimp game just wont stop I’m a bachelor
Pimp game master get a girl gas her
Then I might ask her
Is she gonna give up that cash or that ass
You heard of my set
I'm from the project
You know my mindset
And I'm so crazy, crazy
You know where I'm at
Straps, we got that
Ain't gon' never
here for the fame cos I am already known here
Everything's allowed eh eeh
Oya come around eh
Pretty girls around
Fimi'le ki n'marry my bae eeh
I no fit
braids
Now I'm through forever more,
Roamin' never paid
Found that life that I adore
With the girl with the golden braids!
Oh! . . . Dance girl
originally
I know the girls like it
Vixens acting all coy playing hard to get
Like the songs by this boy
Yo dog, The Woman at the Washington Zoo?
Yeah, that
I'm feelin' drowsy
Sparkin' for eight years I'm sayin' it proudly
I block out the hate by my xtendo be loudly
Spread out the keef of that maui wowie
marry a girl, I'm occupied by digits (Go, go)
I love money, baby girl, I love that money (I love that money)
I love money, baby girl, I love that money (I
the night you get to know me
What you're missin?, don't let it pass you by
You've been promised, girl, a thousand times
A special kinda love that you want in
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