Lyrics:
a radio MC
You must not listen to songs
I'm so sorry, you're nobody
Just a guy Kano's bringing along
Say hello to Kano's hypeman (Ghetto)
In fact, you sound
staying hard for
Get it in get it out they know what I'm about
This a reflex show me who to eat next
I was the guy at the party used to sing song
Now
make the day for the homies that done passed away
Just doing my thing when I roll by
You be lookin at me like I’m the bad guy
Tryna make a dolla outta 15
cnd doper than those guys, I'm watching ‘em nose dive,
I magically float by,
Float by, Float by, yeah we magically float by
Float by, Float by, yeah we
listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
but girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
so next time a girl gives you the play
just remember
You put a fork up your sleeve and walk into a room, it falls out at some point and suddenly everybody's having a good time.
Served by 9 A.M.
Two
You put a fork up your sleeve and walk into a room, it falls out at some point and suddenly everybody's having a good time.
Served by 9 A.M.
Two
is he got a check on him
Walk inside your front door and all they see is what’s left of him
No cap as I flex on em
You ball hard I got next on em
Shit
the song
I actually did not know that it would get to
The point that grandmothers are
Talking about it
You know? Like why did I give
Them that level
away from
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said there's one out now about me and the girl next door
Hear the one
these rumors I cant take it no more
My best friend say did you hear the one about me
and the girl next door?
Did you hear the one about Tina?
Some
away from
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said there's one out now about me and the girl next door
Hear the one
Listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
And treating us like we was nothing
But criminals on the run
And the next thing I knew
I woke up in a cell
Yeah the next thing I knew they got me
Talking with
more
This Boar, and you, just bore
And she wants to be Ford explored
Not by some Trans Am that blows off no doors
Who's mans is this? Oh Lort
This is no
Let’s me take it back to the ancient,
That private radio station.
You paid 5 pound… and the guy’s got 10 man waiting.
You finally get in,
And it
alone, sitting there by my telephone and I said hey
Bet you're sitting at home, thinking about calling me
You're all alone, sitting there by your
up late like all night
We stay up talking bout our life in all white
Then she fall in love with me like all night
In the morning she gon take what she
the moon so
I don't wanna be 20-something
And still in my head about
17 in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
I miss the days
When you would cry
sure ain't wasting it on clothes
It's a mystery to you but there's a guy at the store that knows
'Cause by eleven in the morning, I'll find him
In the same shirt with a new bae
No you cannot handle me
Put you on snooze by the next day
Now you blowing up my phone like the bills late
I don't give
Talking bout who next up who get bitches that shit bore us
Said they had a witness who had pick us and had swore us
New Benz sprinter turn that ho into
you garçon
Another round of champagne for me please
Flow sick, dawg shit a disease
Neck froze, wrist next, then some sex on the beach
Come here, gimme
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