Lyrics:
my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal)
I think about
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
times you glow up
Look
All this stuff that you worry about, you can cut that
Walk that, yeah, I don't wanna talk back
Be a big boy. Use your skills just
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
Might be rude if my first words how good you suck dick
So imma play it slick when I get her attention
When she talk I listen, with this pimpin it’s
see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me
Where's The Party At
Be be-boys!
And be be-girls!
The red neck _____
Of this world!
Celebrating the flow,
The boogey back ___,
The one's that make
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
Bronx in my flesh, all this Harlem drip on me like ya boy invented fresh, I’m a shy fly guy but I’m not the one to test, don’t be mad if my balls scent is
by gangsters, so it's 'honeys under dollars'
Peelin off in my Impala I was ready for the world
Now this sexy sensimilla got me ready for yo girl
Off
getcha lick back boys
Floor the peddle in a tinted Maybach boys
I wanna be where the party at
Now walk it out or poke it out and show me what your momma
on the level, I got talent you can't measure
If my fuckin' words a jewel, then this loose leaf is my treasure
Act One, Aitchison, all boys school, son you think
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost
'Till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get
F'real, uh
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
Of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin', I mean that
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
him up at a party
White boy waisted with a white girl gnarly
Fuck me a milf think the bitch name Charlene
Ummm
Ion even know tho
Kicking big shit like
while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'mma throw myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said,
a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said, "Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet
myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said, "Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants
you have too many shoes.
Shut up!
I think you have too many shoes.
Shut up!
Stupid boy.
Stupid boy.
Let's get some shoes.
Let's party.
These shoes are
Ayeah
Let's pretend that this ain't real life even tho we still ain't lived life
Baby let's get drunk and party
Parkway almost closed did 100
people, stay by my 'lone and I'm stacking
Pretty girl wanna fuck with me, suck my dick she say I'm packing
I get the bag by myself
Don't ever ask for no
point tho
Fighting is a must
These lies suck so bad at this point its a bust
And old lies rust
They don't collect dust
Because they dont stay covered up
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