Lyrics:
I got digital dash can't ride with an opp
I walk in the store and I buy out the stock
I hop in the Benz then pull out the lot
Got Tiffany diamonds it
(Yee!)
She probably wantin’ a gift from me man, she prolly want Tiffany’s I gotta tell you
I talk about music too much to my lady she probably sick of me
heart he felt now it shows, now it shows
You know when you see me floss
No way it's gon' get lost, I'll never take this off
I'm older and they call me by
when you in them heels
The way you talk
It's ya sex appeal
You're a queen when you walk in girl they all should kneel
One day they will
I really wanna
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
she bad as hell she gotta be
Bottle of Ciroc cause it just gotta be
You brought out the diamonds bought at Tiffany
I feel like the king I always wanna
it be fallin'
I don't really wanna stall, yeah
I don't really wanna ball, yeah
I'mma tell you when I'm gone, yeah
Dirty money when I talk, yeah
I
This is my resolve
Go and pass the fire you could be my baby doll
We could have a love affair I love the way you talk
Snap me what you working with
locked up, only time I'm yelling free folks
He dunked on death, booted up the grace
If demons pull up to the spot, I'm shooting up the place
By His Spirit
her fi lowe me
Sanya when you're talking, yuh talk too loudly
Lisa say she me love when her mumma keep me happy
And you done know seh Shauna ah mi
Broken bones and broken strings
Lonely homes and lonely dreams
I don't know how to sing anymore
Recollect my thoughts of you
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Oh miss Tiffany Jones, you won't leave me alone
I leave my feelings at home, and then I feel all alone
And when its getting hot, ain't nobody to tell
lozenges, cough drops and Certs
Probably shoulda never let me call that job of yours
To talk to your boss and ask him if you can take off from work
Shoulda
lozenges, cough drops and Certs
Probably shoulda never let me call that job of yours
To talk to your boss and ask him if you can take off from work
Shoulda
Rolling with a rat then you're a snitch by association
All this pain, all this misery
I knew the gang wouldn't hold me down, I had an epiphany
Invest in
the top
This semi-automatic I ain't worried bout a opp
If you see new whips just know I ain't rent em'
If the shooter miss just know I ain't send em'
Fly
said it all
Soothed by your saxophones i thought you'd understand
I'd love to sing my songs for you but i don't know if i can
Said don't know if i
could take your place
The list goes on, and on, and on
There was Nikki, Nicole, Tiffany, and Heather
But there's only room for you in my world
But
Run It Up by: Jeffery A. Richardson
Run it up / run it up / if you really came from nothing run it up / run it up / run it up / yeah I’m up a couple
you could find my shit in vogue
Like the cap that I be selling, costs a pretty dream
The one I sold was thriller, purchased by a Billie Jean
Oops, I
Analyze the plug and the things
He could do for me, ghost
Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke
(You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever
the roof
Ima put ya bitch in Tiffany's
I'm a boss nigga I pull off in coupes
Got hoes like 150
Niggas gone flock when you got you some juice
So shorty get
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
girl, eyes so bright, they shine like Tiffany's
(Hey, how ya doin'?)
Such a flirt, you're teasin' when you walk and find a man
(Hey, how ya doin'?)
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