Lyrics:
(Watch me, D up, D up, D up, sucker)
(Ah, you can't check me, man)
(I get on down)
(Oh yeah, I like this basketball)
(D up now, here I go, in yo face)
rap, is that ok?
They got me in a plane yelling mayday
But I still ain't hit the ground now I'm running late
You don't see it but I'm the one they all
seduce me twice
Party time when the clock goes five
So Hop in if you bad and boujie
And let it bounce on me like Lucy
I don't even care if you're busy
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
peaks as high as he used to
Sitting by the bar
Beat don't hit as hard
Nobody caught my eye in this whole room
Tryna feel something
In the church
when thats past you
So don't let him accuse you
We overcame by the blood of the Lamb so words won't move you
I refuse to go back to the past like I used
[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
Yeahh, worrd
I remember I met this one bitch
Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer,
and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling,
"We're gonna kill you, you
day, mama used to had to give me tips
Out her pocket, told me never end up like the man she with
I just gotta take this moment, didn't know that we was
a drink
Im t-pain you know me convict music nappy boy oh wee
I know the club close at 3
Whats the chances of you roll'n with me
Back to the crib
you around any nigga out that's hot
Every club, every whip, every gambling spot
You know you'd rather be with me, you like to bug out
Love to bring
Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know
I should probably let it
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're
Touchin' down in the bay askin' Von where the cake at
Now she tryna hit me up girl I don't wanna take that
Throwin' Cartiers on and you know these ain't no
If there is one thing I know
You and I ain't meant to be
You stay out all night long
But can't sleep unless you're next to me
When you hear this song
swear you the only one that's on my mind
She just be looking at me like I'm lying
Sometimes I don't even know why I try
I try to focus my eyes
today
You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say
'Cause we gon' rock this whole place anyway
I'm getting used to this nuisance of fags who
today
You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say
'Cause we gon' rock this whole place anyway
I'm getting used to this nuisance of fags who
like a bitch
So face 'em to the facts bro'
And end up dead like this other nigga I used to know
I guess it's kinda sad g
But it really didn't face me til
learned the Hardaway
Ain never really had steak
Or no good birthday
I was somewhere eating
Beanie wennies off a paper plate
Don't say that you love me
If
what to do
You really don't know who to be
It's like you stupid but you got a high IQ
Don't know no body off the leash, sheesh
You really blame this
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