Lyrics:
Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
[Lil' Kim]
She called me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you?
[Lil' Shanice]
My mom sent me; her
the blues
Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo
Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke
Flip by Calliope
Fo-fo's
Hurrah
millions
I'm tryna find that green to feed the family like they was some vegans
Got that Malcolm X mentality so by any means you know they eatin'
I
millions
I'm tryna find that green to feed the family like they was some vegans
Got that Malcolm X mentality so by any means you know they eatin'
I
But stay cuz it feel right
You already know, you fuck with me tonight
Giving you the ink, all you gotta do is write
I'm leaving by the morning, hop onto
again
Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off
I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended
Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit
Now
sound like the drum
of a neighboring tribe,
absorb the vibe,
feels good close my eyes,
and swept out the loot
by the crisp night air,
I gotta stay aware,
'm "not Him"
Cuz I'm "not him"
And it hurts me so much when You crying to me
Saying how much you "want him"
All that I can ever do is best and I Try but im
gotta worry bouta nigga being green for
A lil bit of pussy
Lil baby I'm sayin
Can you come get involved
Involved with me
Don't get lost
Lost with me
Come
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
Made me feel
Like I uh
I was your best
Uh
Like I uh
Like I needed you
Feelin neglected
My Hearts never protected
I knew you wasn't it from the jump
a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna
Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this
Nigga this is the best it gets, been
You're too pop, I got no love for soda
I'm always up front like Rosa
You're too pop, I got no love for soda
Say you sell the best pot
I can tell it's not,
[Bun B]
Now if you got it on yo mind
I can get it off your chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest
No stress, just do-do, when
[Bun B]
Now if you got it on yo mind
I can get it off your chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest
No stress, just do-do, when
up on my head cause I ain't pay attention
Now I'm 17, man, what's the means? I'm kinda scared
Cause do I even got a heart, can't feel a thing
Just
Can't judge a book just by the cover, I be readin' people
I'm not the type to clear up rumors, just believe them people
And my existence killin'
the best five years
That I've been in love
Hold on don't leave
I can't believe
You're standing right there and I'm walking away
Back home to what I know
This
the cards close to chest, I guess
But it's hard to do so
When your whole torso is the best bust they've set up
Next up, is a Black kid who didn't know he was
don't think niggas can take in heat tho' (yo)
See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do (yeah)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal
think of, I have it
Buildin' a foundation for a future you can't fathom
Probably cuz your heart is filled with nothin' but sadness! But...
I don't live by
Tryin' to find what I was meant to do
And the faces that I see
Are as worried as can be
Looks like they've been wonderin' too
And I can't help but wonder
fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivin'
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough Koopsta
Shirt I knew your hurt
Take
I even killed the time by helpin'
My man pass out fliers
Now all I want to do is
Get in where I fit in
Shake my as* with the
Baddest pidgeon with
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