Lyrics:
Give it to me, give it to me, why don't you give it to me
I'm gonna give it to you, give it to me
Oh give your love to me, give it to me
I'm gonna
to the phenomenal quote boys
Y'all don't understand this a phenomenal brand
The smack goin' down like cube diamond on hand
Haha, if that rapper alive
He probably
on the dock of the bay
Watching the past go by
With the resilen under your skirt
Give you my jacket and hold you close ooh
It's a new love it's a new day
me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
"Clap your hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
"Clap your
achievements
What I look like spending money on yall brand when I’m trying to build my own
We aint kids no more n***** grown which means I pay my own bills by
up
Now sit your a** in the treesa
And do me a favor and turn the music up
Should I slap her, or should I freak her
I'll take the stronga, you can
Operator
Ayy
Shop play dine my funties
All alone or my friends wit' me
Perfect birthday by accident
Album cover that's the reference
Let's get this
the pen
Fuck a hand I been stacking my bands
Fye by the belt why Im sagging my pants
Dont lose your life trying to rob me
Full of pain need her on side me
perfect
Second verse
No weapons
Formed against me
Shall prosper
These speeches
Don't win you Oscars
Started on the bench
Ended as a starter
New
life
And some brighter days
Give me your hand
And I'll lead the way
Forget the past
It's a brand new day
You said he broke your heart
When you caught
give me head on the first date, what a fan
Three best MC's I think on the other hand
Stand like an officer, not a gentleman
Niggaz get rich off of stolen
Never thought you'd be the one,
Never thought we'd see love,
Put my head down by the time I looked up,
Found me a wife, yeah a brand new love.
Yeah, yeah
Brand new chopper, I'm lettin' it bang
Pull up with choppers, I'm bangin' my gang
Fortune on me cause you know what I claim
All my blood
my left hand on the Bible, raise my right one up
And repeat after me
I'm about to swear to you
That this song is what's up
And I'll do it to these
it like I can)
You mad 'cause my brand new chick's so bad (My brand new chick's so bad)
I'm just bad
If you know somebody mad just throw up your hands
finna hear me vent more
Please don't get it twisted, tell you once that you don't want war
Not a role model, still kicking in your front door
Watch me
like back up
Lay a nigga down like sheets on a mattress if we got the address
These niggas be actors give em Oscar for all of the practice
Stop all
came to party, run out of Goose, we got Dollies
Shorties wettin' me, check out her body, oh
Throw up your hands like it's your birthday, mommy
Let's
I know she want me for my commas
But my drip I'm in cobana
I'm in cobana
I know she want me for my commas
Jimmy got a brand new base
Jimmy got
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
calories
Drop, drop and give me fitness
Drop, drop and give me fitness
Working out can help you focus on your goals
You look good and you will feel good too
Washington
Coming harder than you ever saw
Don't give a fuck the product you endorse
Watching your jaw, drop to the floor
We got it cracking and chopping
Tryna make a dollar out of nothing, make you hot, boy (yeah)
Give me what you got, sail away like we the yacht boys
Actin' like Oscars (Oscars), niggas
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