Lyrics:
And wrap your arms around a nigga every time I kiss you
Can you visualize the picture, me and you in ecstasy
Don't be upset, it's good sex, when you next
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
ahead can't throw in the towel
I'm coming up but I'm not aroused
I fucked your bitch up in your house and hit me a lick on the way out
You gotta go bitch
prob'ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob'ly'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me
Look, God, it's the same me
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up
so it's time to act up
Grab your best friend like you back at the trap house
Running to the middle ready to throw that back out
She twerking in heels
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me
the house call the fire truck
All Bape got me scrapin' louder
Might even take a lil longer
Took a few loses with the 'caine
Arm&Hammer made me stronger
hands on me
The minute you get there, all right
The minute you get there won't you throw your arms around me
The minute you get there, all right
In
don't
So what's up, Punk? You want what I got
Step to me wrong, fuck around and get shot
Your mom's crying, fuck her, bust her
Bitch talks crazy
Don't call me cocky i prefer "your highness"
The top is so lonely, but I
Kinda like the silence
Somebody give me a challenge cause
I can't get
finna blow at that
I got your dream girl, yeah she actin' like a ho at that
Throw her to me I'ma throw that back
Top spot I'm finna go at that
Stand up
Kick love into motion
Take a little love and shake it all around
Stand up
Kick love into motion
Take me in your arms and throw me to the ground
found you, put my arms around you
Like two in a million, like once in a life
What are the chances?
What if I hadn't asked for your name?
And time
found you, put my arms around you
Like two in a million, like once in a life
What are the chances?
What if I hadn't asked for your name?
And time
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Yes, my house is gettin' haunted, Blue Ghost is all around.
Yes, my house is gettin' haunted, Blue Ghost is all around.
I feel cold arms around me
ass dog by the screen door
Your girl walking 'round my house
Wearing nothing but my watch and my mink coat, yeah
Now everybody throw a five, throw
Rolling it down on a quarter pound
On the same ground, I'm drowned
Hazy sound throw it around now
Rolling it down on a quarter pound
On the same
man, we ain't have it
We was hungry
Tryna run all through your house
For everything plus some money
Yeah, she said she can throw it in a circle
Show me
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