Lyrics:
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
I'm drunk, I need assistance
Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
I lost my car, what happened?
These drunk tunes got me trippin'
Take
kicked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it
Perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya
kicked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it
Perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya
Reggae, Dancehall music
Industries rocked by BDP
So girls throw your hand in the air
Put 'em down, turn around
And move your bo-dy-dy-dy beat Change
Hot
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
fucker
Where's my lighter? Sorry bout that Kinda got pissed off kinda got mad
It's all good I got my trees I got my motherfuckin' bag
Thinkin' bout all
a couple good girls cuz of bad times
Lost a couple homies read between lines
I can't break a n***a bread if I haven't made mine
He keep coming for my head
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
Been Down Girl I Feel So Defeated
Hearts Been Shattered
I Promise It’s Bleeding
All The Bullshit Lies And The Cheating
You Keep Coming Back
I Keep
just cannot ignore
Pinky ring bigger than yours
And my lean pinker than yours
My girl pussy pinker than hers
I bought a Porsche just to trap in
I
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
you're broken and defeated that is plenty of reason
To pick yourself up off the ground and stand for what you believe in
Stand the fuck up
Raise your hands
(Ayy, yo, Zale this shit sell off)
I used to sit back in my cell and say, "Nah, this can't be it"
Fresh home, back to the trap, my girl moanin'
Off the motherfucking Internet
Now I got a girl, no cap
Wanna suck her tit's?
Crack my lady's spine with your jungle stick
You sexy crick
My wife loves
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
through the web until they find Charlotte
And I aim once again
That's when they said "Hold up, let's be friends"
My good one is close with my enemy so turn
the funds (sorry)
Had a scrap with me fat boss in (****) (Jack!)
Next time keep your hands off me bum (haha)
Shaved my head again and rage as I run
Save
insist, I insist - so here we go
Broken chains, jumping borders
Thrive or die, we're no longer satisfied
Its time for power to change hands
More righteous
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
Holiday Inn,
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee! My mellow!
It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
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