Lyrics:
wan' flex like Jim Carrey
Got no heart, can't be caring
If you know 'bout fear
Then you would fear me
Black and white world, yeah, I see clearly
Shorty
of conversation back
i'm sick to death of awkward silences and all that crap
it's time to talk to one another share your thoughts and facts
learn the more of it you
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
to me
You wasn't fucking with me then how could you fuck with me now aye
Don't talk to me
As soon I stopped looking for you now you wanna come around
did was stupid
Wish I could take it back
But girl I’m only Human
You’re my number one
And hurting you was foolish
If I could take it back
if you want the realest
Cat calling all they do is provoke you
You want a gentleman that ain't a hoe, too
You want him to hold the door, then stroke
compromised
I am the one that they warned about
Niggas gone talk but don't talk about
All of the numbers they used to be doing
Same ones are the main ones
do it my way
Hush baby, don't talk so much
Just wanna feel ya touch
Everything will be OK
If you do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby
You
gangs
I just really did this shit by myself, out the gutter
I just shot my shot, eat her pussy nut like some butter
And if y'all niggas gon' talk, nigga,
the right thing by both mates
And then opting to stay out? It seemed to match
But I told him he could make it up by fixing the TV
He said that's the least
that we'd be kicking back by now
I know that life is a bitch, I know that life is a bitch
I thought we'd put her in a cab by now
But I'm stressing, I
was hard as fuck, on the other hand - when the music take off I’m comin back n we gon party n blow a hundred grand
I swear
Cause way back when we would
and it'd keep me out the promise land
Well I'd heard that bit my damn whole life and I never could quite understand
Why God would ever care if I grew my
on the road bumps
Run into a tree stump
Tweeter out the back door
Slam into the dirt lot, stopped
With the cable runnin' out the backside
Disco naked
Intro:
Aye my nigga, do me a favor. (What's that my nigga?)
If you happen to bump into the streets
Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
If I gave you all of me, would you give back
I don't want your problems, you can fix them
All these matrimonies, so you look
would
If I could go back to bed
And wake up anytime but today, i would
I hate today, the more I learn about it
The more I feel like I hate this whole year
clapping back)
cin't worried bout them people talk Behind our back. (We coming back)
Straight to to yo' door that's fasho
cnd this ain't no act!
(This ain't
Can’t see it but I feel it in my soul my nigga
I know, wherever I go my nigga
Can’t knock the hustle if I was a door my nigga
Shit I got the keys now, I'm
This house wouldn't be a home
Without your name signed in the
Concrete by the flagpole
And it wouldn't have a soul
Without back door scratches
Markin
guessing games
Or when I feel things
Before I know the feelings
How am I supposed to operate
If I'm just tossed around by fate?
Like on an unexpected
Yeah
Ooo
Yeah, yeah
You could watch me go in
And you could watch me go off
Take the world by force
And take the world to the cross
Lock the doors
I'll shoot that bitch in her fuckin' face, if that bitch try to back door me
I'll shoot that bitch in her fuckin' face, if that bitch try to back
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