Lyrics:
get that boy? (Oh, baby, baby)
What you gonna get her for Christmas? (C'mon now)
Girl, what you gonna get that boy?
69 Boyz, Quad City DJ's, K-Nock
Whatever the cost bitch she start by taking it off (She start by taking it off)
I like gold all on my body yeah (Yeah) cause I'm that mother fucker
Need
that's close to me
I want a house, that's up on a hill
Swanging that wood, shinning gold grill
You say that you're sure, and I get the chills
Grab on your
like a bit of this, or a little bit of that? (Misses)
A little bit of what you like does you no harm, you know that
The perpetual steady echo
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
(Let me tell you a little something about L.A)
(I love it)
Woo
Ooh-ooh, woo
City of angels, city of angels (alright) ooh-ooh
City of angels,
crazy, something says baby, yeah, maybe you're that girl
That girl, that girl, that girl
That girl she's a sugar sweet drive-by
Hold my dreams in her blue
baby, lost that's all
Once I'm begging you save her little soul
Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Come get up, my baby
Last night they loved you
loose
On another level when she on that Goose (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss, ooh (uh, uh, yeah,
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
For real
We don dey here we flex and the city dey up for real
Baby you fine, for real
She say she come by my place and I never see her for real
Terry
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put your
tell my little baby I'm Silver City bound
I'm gonna meet Blind Lemon gonna ride on down
Take me by the hand oh babe
And lead me to the promises land
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
Ay, ay
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
a bit of this
Or a little bit of that missus
A little bit of what you like does you no harm
You know that
The perpetual steady echo of the passing beat
Andy Capp
And I, could, just, go, all, the, way
On Friday
Yo whassup baby!!!
Yo wasn't that your nigga there performin'?
Nah nah that wasn't
Pull up in the mmm
Pull up in that drop top
Who the fuck are you
Bad little thot thot
I seen you looking my way
With your friend but first I gotta
Oh, you've got a smile like a sweet lovin' angel, oh baby
And you've got a heart that's made of pure gold, oh baby
You've given me so much that I'm
listenin' to this
'Specially if you a pretty little female
Aesthetic on the track, boy
Sweet baby Jesus
Check out the flick of my wrist
Pull up in my whip
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
Young mothers (that's right)
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
Mama's just a little girl
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya
She was born
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
[Chorus]
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
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