Lyrics:
I, oh, baby
So in love with you, girl
So in love with you
I wanna tell the world just how I feel
(I wanna tell the world)
I wanna tell the world just
Step off, just a friend
People used to tell me, ¡°L, she was fakin`¡±
But I couldn`t see it, I was blinded by love
Nothin` was too expensive
No night
the kind of a so
At people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like you and care about you. we uh, understand how hard it is to laugh
Think about your future baby
They will live in a world that's no longer worth living in
They'll ask you 'why did you make me'?
But of course it'll be
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
confessions
And this by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do (yeah)
To tell you, the woman I love (uh huh)
That I'm having a baby by
an dhere the same shit
Somebody got time somebody got killed
My sister had a baby
My mama going crazy, when I think about it, how you think it make me
Feel
Who could foresee
I'd come to feel about you
What you felt about me?
Why only now I see
That you've drifted away?
What a surprise...
What
Now tell me baby girl what can D-O-DOUBLE-G do for you
I fell for you, I'll always look over you
There's really not much that a player would'nt do for
me all
Give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a
Little something about yourself
You're wonderful, flawless
Ooh you're a sexy lady
But you
dis girl yah
Style, Wayne Wonder tell dem bout it...
I've been around da world
Dated many girls
But none compares to you
And da way she makes me feel
my world just fiction
Baby you tell stories all the time
So how is this one different, oh
All your insecurities
Make it hard to stay down wit'cha
And I
'm running my business got my ass to their lips
Pucker up pucker up tell me how does it feel, yeah
World's mind, got my eyes on the prize
Got my mind
the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting
by the hand and led you to the dance floor
The closer we got, I started feelin' hot
Ooh, I know you feel me girl, how embarrassing
But you didn't
of thuggin' but baby that's how I roll
Round a whole lot of niggas, round a whole lot of hoes
Make a whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows
Mamis
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
muthafuckin' cops ain't smart enough to
Do it like that baby we Outlawz
Kurupt drop the beat we drop the sheeit
Now the world's fiends you know what I mean
it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute.
Soulja boy tell em I?m all about cheddar folk icey
new chevy same color as antelope.
I?m sick
falling down? Baby
How can you stop that old sun from shining?
What makes the world go 'round? And sometime I have to say, yeah, say
La-la-la,
rolling blunts in the back
I'm just going to tell it like it is, ex military never ever been a scary nigga staying on my biz
On the grind is how I live is
baby if you keep it real
One love for a thug let me tell you how I feel
So real when I hold your body close to mine
Every time I'm with you man I swear
yeah yeah, yeah)
They keep the world turning, turning, turning
I'm talking about happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
They keep the world dancing,
to you
Tell me, what can we do?
Such a forbidden love that's shared by two
This world will talk about me and you
Just say you will
I want you to be my
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