Lyrics:
satisfaction And baby, what your man won't do
I do just ask me, I'm amazed by the things you do
Like when I'm sexin' you down and you're streaming' I love you, I
Avoiding gold diggers make my skin full ah rashes
Girl got her own shit, she getting lashes
I chase that paper man, you know I be hustling
And if a fight
for packing the floor, man
That girl fly but she's macking the doorman
After the show it's back to the tour van
Back Packed full of clothes, I'm back
sweet
Could make a man feel so much pain
Times you`d jump out of my car and I`d chase you till I was out of breath
Go to your job and pick you up
But
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
the street
Paws on the concrete
Showing all teeth
Ready to chew any raw meat
Son a rapper like his momma love me
Hundred how im coming
Man these crackers tryna
She just had a seizure
I'm sitting by her bed with an IC defibrillator
She had alot of heads guess it Was for Pleasure
She lost a lot of bread
This
with my mans then your mans scrеaming man down
You know I'm with the shit keep a stick blind walk around
You mad I'm the shit and you it you a damn clown
I tell them they can't
I'm the man
And a gentleman
Can't find a better man
This ain't Pearl Jam
But I guess you're nothing man
My Vitalogy
Is vitality
by red and the blue like a clipper
I hold up the gang and I look like a sixer, I keep me a K, but this ain't no kicker
I focus the field, I'm not
deciding what to do
Good girls, they miss all of the action
Seeking, long term satisfaction
Men they chase after her, she really has a ball
Man she really
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin' to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't
you make I feel
When you walk by be uh uhh
Got me dead body
The way you shine
Make I dèd bòdi
Wanna spend time
I wanna spend money
Girl I want you
Don’t
mourning
As they keep scrolling
It hurts to open up twitter and see another dead man in the moments
You would think we raped and pillaged
By the way they
around
She captivated by my scent when I come around
She love the way that we have sex when we out of town
Money Power Respect
When we come around
Ima man
Keep me in order
Cannonball I'm 'bout to splash
Where's the mortar
I ain't never see a hoe and award her
Man I call those girls
Affection hoarders
Can't stop my food wa you feel likeeeeee
Too solid an firm can't deny
Headtop wa fly south wid di three-five
Dem know man bad by design
Chase i know
play games
Baby, you the best, no one better
Baby, for your sake
I go run your race like a paper Chase
By his grace, you no regret, you no go regret it
I
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
fucked up what you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit
You fucked her, every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm
sold, jerk
I'm worldwide, from girls I hide
Not gay, no way, but they all wanna ride
Mine, they bring me roses and wine
But I hate cheap sex, so next
to chase it by herself
And Sometimes she get moody feel like she don't need nobody else
Girl stop holding shit in you know it's bad for your health
And I'm
important that they
chase you in the right car, and i was not about to chase you.
i knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia
chasing you down
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