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Dru Hill said you're sleeping in their bed
Then the twins said you slept with Jagged Edge
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tongue you down to The Drifters
A lil' Isley brothers, a lil' Dru Hill (or maybe some Soul For Real )
Let your body relax underneath my hands (book your
to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Damm Sisqo
Dru hill-in up the block
Hand on my pistol
The first nigga I see I swear I'm let it Go
I was born in the streets homie that's All I know
be the goddamn nigga you can do It
Is the news real
Is the news real
Took the red pill and the blue pill
Found someone sleeping in my bed like Dru Hill
Remember us from "Tell Me"
And sleeping "In My Bed"
We "Never Made A Promise"
And "Five Steps"
"April Shower" me with love
"So
the album I deliver
[Verse One]
I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases
Goin back
heal
I write this like new deal
You trynna get my crew killed
They'll snatch his soul like Dru Hill
Have her stomp his ass in new heels
They custom red
Did you ever tramp up endless hills
Did you ever tramp up endless hills
Past cozy homes with secret beds
Past cozy homes with secret beds?
Did you
sing like Dru Hill
If I died in your pussy tell me how you'd feel
You don't need to make food all I eat is two meals
You don't need to ask, for breakfast
To the dollar
How I wanna, aye
They know not to try me on my worst day, yeah
They know I would cap it in the worst way
Hoe, BROWARD
Goals me and my niggas we
Laying in his penthouse bed
But I can't seem to get you out my head
I'm feeling numb to what I done
But honey ya still my number one
I don't want
my
Collar, Addin commas, To the dollar
How I wanna, aye!
They know not to try me on my worst day
They know I would cap it in the worst way
Hoe,
the best and I’m dying on that hill sumn like dru
Go out west and we catchin all the vibes lighten the mood
You so suttle but you carry all this fuckin
You make me wanna creep like I'm TLC
Rain down on you like SWV
Sleeping in my bed but we not Dru Hill
Something like Aaliyah how I'm one in a million
I can do without
Material things
I can do without
Diamond rings
Girl I won't get by
Without you by my side
I need you in my life
hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe
Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck
all done, I'll hate you bad in the long run
But somehow it never ends, my heels on the edge of your bed again (yeah, yeah)
I get obsessive with you,
the springtime, love
While they made a bed in that lonely wood
On the hills of Newfoundland, my love
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, uncle dear, what have
I sit alone in my room and I do feel
All of the pain I put you through is too real
Turn off my phone and I turn on that Dru Hill
Never break promise
wouldn't do me wrong.
She just not by her phone.
Or her shit just dead
Homicide keep popping up in my head
Dru hill keep banging on the back of my head
mothafuckers think you flossin'' tonight
Gimme that, matta'' fact toss me ya ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And y'all, ya more bitch than Dru Hill
But
think
You flossin tonight?
Gimme that! matter of fact, toss me your ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And yall? yall more bitch than Dru Hill
The true
mafuckas think
You flossin tonight?
Gimme that! matter of fact, toss me your ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And yall? yall more bitch than Dru Hill
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