Lyrics:
Admit it I'm dope, bitch I'm the GOAT
Now spit that goofy shit that you wrote
Pussy
Oh my God oh my God let
Me hit the water one time
That's what I'm
trippin' but hey
No matter what you say
It will be a peaceful day, then I'll line it up
And spray, yah
Tell me what'cha gonna do
When you realize that you
I just hold her by the waist and say
Yeah baby get cha roll on
Get cha mawfuckin roll on what?
Yeah baby get cha roll on
Get on top that dick and get
what I do, no need to ask again (that's what I did)
And I ain't playing by the books I don't know how
I write my own story as it goes down
And you
what I do, no need to ask again (that's what I did)
And I ain't playing by the books I don't know how
I write my own story as it goes down
And you
hoped that it worked so can I ask you on a date
Buenos Dias Señorita, can we
Cha cha cha
Hit it with my baby, don't
Stop stop stop
Dripping
Want it back but they don't wanna do it (don't wanna)
What the fuck nigga, I wrote that music (I)
I did that Bump and Grind, I did that 12 Play, I did
what'cha gon' do now?
(What we're gonna do right here is go way back)
How far you goin' back? (Way back)
"As we go a lil' somethin' like this"—hit it
you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set called Airhorne and Claiborne
So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on Lafayette yo stupid
and shit
(Fuck that!)
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Whether we lovers or friends, we'll
sleeve
In the Louis like Armstrong
Don’t worry about me
[Verse 2]
Stoppin at red lights
I can’t do that
Pull up in the Bat-Mobile
They like who that
That freaky face when you make it
Girl you think you the shit when the beat hit
Don't stop
Make it drop, I can handle it
You know what you tryna do
to St. Louis (uh-huh)
Hey, all the girls do it (that's right), just put your back into it
Now shake what she gave you (who?), I'm talkin' 'bout ya mama
to St. Louis (uh-huh)
Hey, all the girls do it (that's right), just put your back into it
Now shake what she gave you (who?), I'm talkin' 'bout ya mama
to me
I felt this vibe and you lifted me so high so high
Only you baby make me wanna feel the way that I do
What cha doin to me tell me baby girl what
pull up in a droptop
Love the way you movin' we gon' do a little cha-cha
And she independent she wearing Louis and Prada
Girl I know that we aint gon' be
Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinking I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove
a Yankee hat and a Starter I'm not dressin up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?!
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like
my heart is
Fighting what is right.
[Chorus]
Don't wanna be the one to
Taint the way that you see love (ooh)
I swear I care about you
Too much to let
pointing upward
Towards the galaxy it paints a portrait
Now tell me, what do you find?
It's a love that's one of a kind
We're a freckle on the Milky Way
But
born to survive
Tonight it doesn't matter where you
Are, from different contries
Everybody tonight are F fREEDOM! point
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
at me?
Let's have a party, B
What cha talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at me?
Let's have a party, B
This is how we do it
We
to go around
Hey, what'cha doin' now! Hey, what'cha doin' now
Turn it down! (Turn it down.) Turn it up! (Turn it up.)
Might as well pay someone to mix
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