Lyrics:
Most of you know of a story of a white girl - had a best friend
Her family - she loved them, but she couldn't tell them
About this little brown boy -
makes me feel like I'm dying to show my best assets so you admire me more
I hate to under deliver any value I own
I know I shine like diamonds, these
went through
Those brain tumors took you away from us so soon
But like you it brought us all closer to God too
I know you're watching over us Nana
But I
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
slim and they ass mad swole (That's right)
That's my sexy lil' Cuban ting, call her "Castro" (Wooh)
Should've invested in Rose, you would've seen your
Babygirl you know it’s right
Sliding to the otherside
Tell me what you feel inside
Cuz you want it, you got it
Connections, hypnotic
Running by my side (by
wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and stressin' them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumors
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
a Piston
Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination, assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet
couldn't even
Job that I couldn't even manage
I lost that like I lost you
But I knew had good looks so what a boss do?
Got stepped to by brooklyn
And I
alone and all the people with the big hats on went home
So what you gon' do now, Goldie? Your bottom left you
It's up to me and you, Goldie, through
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Something I gotta tell somebody, just in case you didn't know
I gotta show you where I came from, so you can see where I gotta go
See I started out
an uber, these bitches so boujee they told me "make sure issa benz"
I don't gotta finish the story, by now u should know how it ends
I brought her Celine
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance
Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
So listen
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
wrote if for you
Know you know it
Turn it into a song for you
Days go by, I try to bottle these tears inside
Here's one more cry
I cry
All the things I learnt from Newport
Always twice as fast a three o'clock in the morning so no one can jump you
Always be prepared and always have
orgy sex
That's the truth
No if's
So me no make no sarcasm
Do you know that some fish like to fake orgasm
Move your bottom, gal
That's called shaking ya
for us, the globe
Would goals unravel?
It's a juggle, everyday
Could be prey in the battle
So would you rather be the sheep
Or the king in the castle?
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