Lyrics:
Q
He's doin' the Suzie Q, now
Well, it ain't nothin' to it
People, it's just easy to do
(harmonica & instrumental)
Well, I know'd a lady
By
to feel
so, tell me what i’m fighting for
tears me down to my core
but i think that ur scared to heal
[Pre-Chorus]
so, pick up the phone girl
let me into
to the bar wearin'
'Cause when the girls put on the starin'
I love watchin' all this dancin'
By the girls who are as about as luscious acting
Rude girl
Yeah Jetlife
Jet setting nonetheless
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for porches
Highed up focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm
looking for me girl
Then you know where I'm at
You know a young nigga be posted
Where the strippers bottles and racks are
Clothes be smelling loud
Like I
And the real slim shady can stand up, can stand up, can stand up (Stupid kelly)
His name is chicka chicka slim shady
He's been getting quicka quicka with J.T.
The instrumental
Make them kolo mental
I'm a party rider lighter
I can light up
Nigeria here to America
Pilot fighter
Mgbono fele hot
I'm hot and you not
Kini big
never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don't leave your shit
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin' get it poppin' now I'm
slice you
The wolf man go live
Damage your temple with these instrumentals
I'll rock the whole stand up
This one monster mash bro
And that's that talk
and codiene by the liter
While I'm layin' back, smokin' my reefer
Drainin' the bank, I'm a leecher
These bitches on me cause they leechers
Baby girl, I ain't no
kid I always used to play on that fuckin kindle
(damn man hold awn)
Special?
Still fucked it up w the instrumental
Had this one girl really hard
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
(Get down, get down)
Galang, (Feel, get down)
Stand up, (Get down, get down)
Wine pon yah man and ya hold 'em tough
Girls ah sit down and watch me
They
couldn't help myself
I walked up to you
you said hey girl, what's up
we went dating
you took me to the movies
and you held my hand
on our way home
you gave
couldn't help myself
I walked up to you
You said hey girl, what's up we went dating
You took me to the movies
And you held my hand on our way home
You gave
company
When you done with em, it's like a tragedy
And girl you said that you would never leave
Can't trust a soul, I'm by my Lonely no Alimony
Das why I'm
need a drink and a waffle
Shootin birds wid a rifle
Fallin down hit a pimple
Cheeky cheeky like a diva
Speedy speedy like a cheetah
Im in de garden
like a cheetah, I'ma
I ain't here to lock up I flash the (flash the)
Then lock your whole block up
Dip-dop-deeter, Banner turn the beat up
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
The fortress is fortified (bitch)
by my side, how I'd like to jump her bones
Strike with the force of a truck full of stones
But Kryptonite affects me like the sun on ice cream cones
available) I'm your old stand-by
When US Mail is no longer mailable
You can call on me; I'll be available, oh yeah
(instrumental)
Well now, when US
Oh shit nigga
We got em
All my hustlers stand up
Stand up niggas
Brooklyn
Lets go
Money what you expect when you hustle right hustle right
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