Lyrics:
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
name David Guetta man
Shoot my shot, like a beretta man
She hit back, but that's just whateva man
Caught her off guard like I'm Julian Edelman
I'm
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
Having sex with ten chicks all feeling celebrity dicks
Up in this remix
Up in this remix
Today it’s all about cash and cheques empowering blacks
And having sex with ten chicks
All feeling celebrity dicks
I don't know
Should I stay
Should I go
Yeah, I know
It's the remix, remix
Yeah
See I'm in this situation
Think I need a little help
Let's
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.c. What?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
The remix
Welcome to POD
Psalms of David, these words written by God tell em'
Yeah, I said welcome to POD
Psalms of David, these words written by God tell em'
Everyday she walk by
See me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks
Chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
minutes
Every five hours sheesh!
There's Herb he gave me some advice
On how to do this time shit like
Make sure to stick to myself
And to create a daily
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
of a beretta
Takin me back to the days of
High school david Guetta
Man the problems that I had before
Were lighter than a feather
As you go along the journey
boy get in
So you can tell all yo friends you was on the remix like
(Chorus)
In this club
In this club
Ladies can I put this love up on you one time
Ayo Tory
I told we gone do the remix
Easy Stevie, easy (ye)
Remix Baby
Talk to me, baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one
Might make a track with David Guetta
Hitting it deep like a damn placenta
Lot of you rappers don't want no action
Lot of you rappers don't got no passion
experimenting, plug into some David Guetta
Forget about the metaphors and all that fancy whatever
I mean your style by any measure is a fatal endeavor
Whether
Eventually with bullshit I get fed up
I'm trying to learn to sing like David Guetta
And I know it just won't happen
I'm trying to change some habits
I fall
you baby call me David Guetta
But now I'm sick and fed up
You ain't call me, but I seen you at them parties
You was drinking Henny and Bacardi
I was Ken
a sweater
If they salty... Get the pepper
Grind until I pop... David Guetta
So I'm working it out
Steady flexin' in excellence
I'm effervescent with this
and light my body up
Nicki, David Guetta
Pull of in a sprinter
Woah woah nigga
Im the best contender
I just spilled my drink on my brand new mink
Woah woah
pimping, I just want the cheddar.
All she need is my love for the night, She want David Guetta.
Bitch I’m better than I’ve ever been, I know that you see it.
time
It's a war on these streets, Mann these people outchea dying
I'm ducking the Reaper, Jeepers creeper The head of a beast, the heart of a lion
Pistol
in it
Look you in the eyes
Tell you we should take a ride in it
Lookin' back at me like
You can take a dive in it
Tight grippin', lip bitten
David
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