Lyrics:
will not let you down Wooow
Shine like a diamond
Me know mi ah di right one
Love you so much bwoy mi neva cuda style pon
Neva haffi hype pon
Tell ah gyal
That fateful morning
When I Went out for jogging
Saw this pretty lady
Looked like the Rose
Of the morning
Was like, hey there
Can i get to know your
one I've known for a while
You made me switch up my whole style
Pussy wet just like the Nile
In my dreams I still see your smile
Memories stored up in
off her face
Use it as lube and go for thirds
Cause It's Me and My Cousin
Yeah you already know it
Fucking bitches by the dozen
Count to Twelve bitch
then
you better stop me
Here's the party
Pretty bitches around me
Bottles on bottles on and
free shots for anybody
Wha, where my cup
Whatchu gon' do with
Riding 'round in a new city
My girl next to me and she look pretty
Top down in the new city
Even though it's kinda new, I got a good feeling
Riding
because I carry myself like a king
It’s not a lie I am royalty
And my ideas and dreams pledge their loyalty
I’m not rich by a long shot
But I’m not poor
playin'? I need bands like DJ
Don't believe rumors, they know that we straight (yeah)
I smoke out my hotel with my broad
If she don't fuck, then she gotta
eastside tenement
Three flights up in the rear to where my childhood days were spent
It wasn't much like Paradise but 'mid the dirt and all
There sat
not about your body it's just social implications are
Brought upon by this party that we're sitting in
And I'd like to say you've changed but you're
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
Girl would you be my would you be my
Sweet little something
Baby we'll get by we'll get by
Sweet little something
Give me just one night
So let me ask
lookin alright, yeah what up, pap'?
'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back
Flirtin', 'cause I digs you like that
Peep baby boy style
heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house,
Fashion killer, she love my style (ay ay) (yo)
Them men ain't got heart like Kevin, he's leaving his brethren, like slow down my yute
Feds swear they
All these pretty lies in my room
She want me to die in a tomb
Look aside these flashing lights
You just want me for the night
Come now, let’s make
great
Know yuh badder than wit' yuh hourglass shape
Ain't no biggie, but it seems like fate
Ain't no party like a Dancehall party
Dash nuff style, but
Don’t nobody know,
Black Magik in my Zoul,
Take his head off,
Like a goat,
I’m the hatchet,
Grimy nigga,
From around the way,
Tote a ratchet,
Do him like
to tell you a joke , Am the real real and only Slim C , Driving all this flows fluin like a pro .
am a wild boy not a pretty boy ,
Am here to make money
Little bit of twang in my lemonade
Everybody like it
Everybody gonna get paid
Just desserts
And justice squirts
Actin like a puppet
Like ya name was
a foreign, Nah
I got the power like Ghost
Steppin' on shit and it's Ricky, my toes
Green light gang, if I say, then they go
And ain't no red light, so they
talk to Montage
Cop me quarter
She a gangster she a scammer she an extort-er
We talking
Winter med
Snow without a sled
It's like Winnipeg
Slide by
Blue and 50s
Stay with my demon like yagami
Goth bitch wanna come and swallow me
More blue till we filling up a sea
We get the cash you see
Wakeup
I fuck
Black Tom got style, Erik can pull shit
Got a brother named Charles that be on that bullshit
I protect my neck with some magical jewels
And can't
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