Lyrics:
mine
Oh, just enought to fall in love tonight
Feels so wrong but feels so right
And I like it all the time
(Like it all the time)
Heard you wanna dance
mine
Oh, just enought to fall in love tonight
Feels so wrong but feels so right
And I like it all the time
(Like it all the time)
Heard you wanna dance
to follow)
Feel like I heard something but brush it off the crib hollow
Blood finally make it to my feet, clean my teeth, start to wonder what's to eat
Then
the world around me B
Is movin' in slow motion when
Every time she walks by
She's the apple of my eye
Bonita Applebum you got your boy's eyes on the prize
my world
This is grown man BI and y'all just squirrels
Don't be mad because you can't do what I can
Like when Jordan went up took that shot
need, all I need
Pussy, money, weed, maybe all I need
I heard a knock, it’s probably bitches at the door
I don’t order bitch, I cop it by the store
No
I'm pulled off by road side
Girl I'm calling
Just one more time
We gon' love up, I'll sing it like a rockstar
Girl I'm calling
And I'm waiting
Please
it's ice in our drinks
But sometimes we get cold from the ice on our minks
That fly-girl persona, it's the primadonna world
Act like you ain't heard
Y'all know where y'all at
Tell em!!
Ain't no city like my city
Soul Rebels!
Mannie, let's go!
Ridin' round my city you can find me
G-Wagon sittin'
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
Heard tomorrow ain't promised today
The end of time is like a hour away
Damn, military minded, lost and can't
the boy
“On my muva”, can’t leave them
This one for them 305 girls, 75 girls
804 girls, 905 girls
504 girls, girls round the world
75 girls
I love my women
I just sat down to watch the game
When I heard the doorbell ring
An' I wondered who in the world it could be
Through the peephole, all that I saw
You've probably got a revolution
Don't you know
You've bought yourself a revolution
Lil' Kim-
I heard Puff callin' like the holy tabernacle
I'll be
a soap opera
See right thru that like a shot of potato vodka
Only preoccupied wit droppin' the boom shaka laka
And this soul rocka funk docta gotcha no
to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions?
Who's that girl
to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions?
Who's that girl
and real, and pure
and the rest can burn in hell
and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster
shot by her mother, her eulogy,
the sound
Bous for attempted Robbery, man, I'm like, damn
I be chilling in my lane, and I'm off codeine
I heard that shit, he leaked that boy
And it, wasn't no
Punk yooz a gona
Heard you was on a
Stick up mission triple beam in the kitchen
Never shot nobody but I'm damn sho' itchin' to blast you
'cause in
Panda
Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
She never heard drill in Atlanta
Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
I’m smoking trees
I’m just spittin bars
I know I’m fucked up in many ways, but I make good songs
Yeah
I’m surrounded by only the baddest girls around
comin' back to you
Baby boo
I'm leavin'
Well go 'head and leave
The call heard 'round the world from the wives of MC's
These cats is payin' more
everyday
I just heard that diss you made
Man that shit was so lame
Eminem type beat, man you on that clone game
If you wanna diss my boy you better say his
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