Lyrics:
Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch
B.
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
Hey! Listen now
Everybody's talking about their heartache
And crying an ocean of tears
But I'm too strong to be strung along
By some silly boy's
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
Yeah
What the deal playboy, just rest your
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
Yeah, what the deal playboy? Just rest your
page from Bris
He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
can't if you're a rockstar
Like smoke, I rise
As I
Still linger
In the air
Fuck
Where'd he go
((Oh shit))
Just Slipped
Out the back door
One foot
Sadist without reason, a pervert for all seasons
The headlines scream, hear them roar
Sanctified by the crimson by a diabolical drifter
The Night
My baby's a superstar, she's in a class out just by herself
I said my baby's a superstar, she's in a class out here by herself
You know if the good
suffered set-backs
Had shouldn't-have-said-thats, had made everyone mad
He made 808s, so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad
Hotel rooms by
friend, but
Just know when you reach your end that
It's gonna be hot when you're going down
Tom was a drifter, Tom was a spy
He had a reservation for his
and the drifters
Of a strongman with some soldiers and a suntan.
Our guide said that the city
Was just a little jumpy.
He took us to a party
And tried to introduce
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
He's got his
Playboy decal
On his
Corvette windshield
He's obsessed with sex
Impressed by the rich
He's been
Gainfully employed for years
Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc
Quigley's had the course
And he's feeling kinda run down
Feeling kinda slowed down
By the life that he leads
Things just couldn't be worse
For he's out
Quigley's had the course
And he's feeling kinda run down
Feeling kinda slowed down
By the life that he leads
Things just couldn't be worse
For he's out
He said Vengeance is mine....
He said vengeance is mine....
My friends going through the sifter
I separate the real from the drifters
They fake
This fake me got problems
Listen when I tryna solve 'em
His spider web is analyzing the next victim
While the drifter rap is surprised by the next scene
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though
Yeah, oh yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt yeah
Shots from
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
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