Lyrics:
to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
You start to open up a little book
And there's somethin' there you got to overlook
happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me
Monday to Sunday you week/
Forty deep how we creep uh
We come form the street
When see that jeep you aint saved by the bell
Thats when the tires screech
(Burna, Naughty) Yeah sho di
Yeah, yeah, yeah sho di
(Funkula)
Hey I wanna see fine keles, come jam for me
Not the ones, wey dey from Instagram
ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
and smaller and smaller
And I got nothing to say
It's all been taken away
I just behave and obey
I'm afraid that I'm starting to fade away
Hey, and for
the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
Hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Hey DJ play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boi you better go on
Boy
Boi I got
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
front to back say hey, hey, hey, hey
I put Detroit City back on the map by singin hey, hey, hey, hey
Kid Rocks in the house and that's where I'm at!
ho
Hey yannawanna hey
Yannawanna ho
We about to drop this flow
I just want to let you know
Any place that it glow
Back to the heart center
When I enter
I'm rare like steak on the plate (rare)
No tellin' me shit (uh)
Chains on triple-A nacho
Ooh, the cash, ooh, that's guaco' (guaco')
Just touched
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
Runnin' away runnin' away
Hey hey hey runnin' away
I had the perfect girl we'd spend together hours everyday
You'd say that I had it made and I was
goddamn desk
Yeah I know I know I know that I'm such a mess
Oh yeah
It's one day two day
Every day next day
Give me what you got
Cause I need to get away
here
Big boy Camaro how we ride in here
Everybody got skates well slide in here
Uh uh
I'm out in public
I'm showing love all these bitches gone love
"Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
You start to open up a little book
And there's something there you got to overlook
And you say "BABY, you know
Brrrr
That's that check runnin' through the machine!
I got the retail on 'em
By the time it get to you it got detail on it
We got that fishscale on it
Maybe it will all end one day, I'm sure it will all change someday
That's all good, we've got 'til Monday, 'cause Sunday's Gunday
It will all end
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
I've got news for you
"Yes man - I've got some news
You know there's a lot of things being said..."
People talkin' this,
And people talkin' that
love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl on Monday
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were
a few tweaks
And I'll say no, no it's okay
I'm a fixer, I worked on him all day
To which she replies
Oh that's what I'd say
And now I got 8 kids need some
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
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