Lyrics:
I love to super motor slide
Gotta love the U.S keep a pistol by my side
God dam I love thrills pour a four in my sprite
At my ten year reunion, like look at me now
Having good sex on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed
All of my lawyers are black
Shit is ironic as hell
Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah?
It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked
I swear to God
Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look
Watch,
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
One
Two
One, two, three, four
Love is heart break
And love ain't my cup of tea
Love is the cigarette that's
Burning inside of me
Darling save me
Yeah cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga it's Young Mula
First Lady ugh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Balenciagas,
at the ski resort
My white bitch she love to snort
I got a cocaine pile on the table it look like a ski resort
I'm the money seminar aka the snow report
Pickin' apart my brain, I can't listen to what you say[00:16.24]Yeah, you can call me Jay, but don't ever forget the Tre[00:19.60]Gotta love my life,
Mo money mo
U bring me trou-
Mo money mo
U bring me trou-
Mo money mo
U bring me trouble
U bring me trouble
But i'm still in love
I'm still
fine with me.
'Cause I still got love, I still got rhythm,
But look at what I got to go with 'em.
"Who could ask for anything more?", I hear you
[Chorus: x4]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [Repeat: x8]
Let's Ride [Repeat: x3]
Get High [Repeat: x3]
[Biggie, BizzyBone & KrayzieBone]
Armed
With my 4-4 on the side of me for company
Wishing a nigga and his click
Would think about jumping me
Six enexchangable clips
Seventeen bullets in each
Hallelujah, I just love him so
When I call him on the telephone,
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time, I count from one to four,
I hear him (knock,
so
When I call him on the telephone
And tell him that I'm all alone
By the time I count from 1 to 4,
I hear (knock, knock, knock) on my
gettin' pop nd' fours
Gotta love a toxic girl, she knockin' on my door
I mean, I meant to say, she wanna get me throat
I done made a couple jacks, yo'
Oh, oh, ay
Tell me why you don't love me
Why you always misjudge me?
Why you always put so many things above me?
Why you lead me to believe
I make it look easy
But trust me, it's not easy
It's just a true crook
Know how to move around in theory
Where the skyline is pretty
And the detail
for you
It seem's like I've been breaking all my rules for you, Tryna look cool to you
I'm so confused by you
And baby girl I just wanna be through with
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for
my face
Now You feel numb you just wanna hear my voice
Baby girl you love me i can tell by the mystery looks
Early morning calling you know I got
Just caught a rapper yesterday and
Stuck him for his piece
I love New York City, New York can hate me
I ate up Ja Rule and made his fans pay me
I look
Yo
This one goes out to Black Sheep Gang
Love y'all boys, you feel me?
Look
You never seen the kid this hot
Walkin' 'round, bloatin' 'bout his cock
In these words that crash my ears
I now stomach this in fear
With a turn I gathered name as the bastard's son
Who, by fire I would come
Through
In these words that crash my ears
I now stomach this in fear
With a turn I gathered name as the bastard's son
Who, by fire I would come
Through
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