Lyrics:
Now isn't she dope dope dope
Now isn't she boss y'all know
I love the way she walk for show
Cause she got it going on
Now isn't she dope dope dope
baby
Inside of you
Love the way you're
Just flowin' down
And I can feel
It all around
In the front, in
The back of you
Ooh, I love
The taste of you
Girl
(Facts)
It's back to Chanel
Eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really gotta get there, well, shit
We catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bang, stop,
by side
Side by side
Side by side
Side by side
Side by side
Side by side
Looku de waaaaay
De way de way de way way de way de way
De way way de way way
Yeah
I want to be
The one for you
Thinking enough
Of us will do
Came a long way
To lose
Ain't no runner up
But the one
You done came up
On this love
thought that I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet, baby, right next to you
Love the way you're just flowin'
the a shoppin' in Lenox mall
Gotta get fly squad ready to ball
We thinkin' 112 or maybe even visions
Drinks at the bar like baby what you sippin'
Then she told me
casualties, man,
that's what I'm sayin', I want us to get in,
and get the fuck out...
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Before the 112[?], to the U.S.A. building in
thought that I would be
So addicted to you
On top, underneath, on the side of you
Better yet, baby, right next to you
Love the way you're just flowin'
Know We Really Appreciate
All He's Done
So Puff, This Is For You Man
Continue To Keep It Real
Mmmm
You Just Don't Know
The Way You Make Us Feel
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, why'know)
You want to get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in
with that
i'ma keep it cool cause I'm not the type
cause you gonna get your's by the end of your life112
you can't spin me x2
you can't tie me down
I'm
I'm cool when it's just me
Beyoncé said that 1+1 is we (1+1=2)
So every night and day I'm living just to be loved by you
Come on swoon me, love
I want
enjoy this
Saturday, Saturday, Saturdaze
Jettin' place to play-play-place witcha
Saturday, Saturday, Saturdaze
Jump into the way-way-waves witcha
don't wanna come my way
Many men Many many many many men
Wishin' for my downfall
But we still' outside searchin on the roadside
Yea they don't wanna
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
In
the corners, I'ma bend tonight
Ayy, 4AM, fuck it, I'ma spend the night (spend the night)
112, fuck it, I'm Slim tonight (ayy)
I cause hell, call up your
Woah woah, Make it wiggle
Dont stop I like the way it jiggle
Yeah it's big girl it ain't little
Let me put it in the middle
Woah woah, Make it wiggle
and pagin' me
And blowin' me up, it's ok
That's alright girl, that's ok
That's alright girl, that's ok (it's ok)
A-town, late night, fell off in 112
killer killer killer killer
I did
These many shows in these many days
Had these many bricks got these many paid
That's 1,1,2 in these many ways
Indeed I
don't have to run and hide
To make love
We can go to any city
That you think of
Next we'll go to Atlanta
In room 112
I'll make your body melt
and rotation
112th street, do slime, tell a friend
Parking lots, dope spots, hard rock, I'ma get
Duke it out or shoot it out
Fuck a opp, who was him?
Pack
the homies
I brought the load all by my lonely
Smoking cause it make my soul feeling unlonely
When I was in the dark I wish I had a gps but life don't come
done
You think they're bigger than the Son?
He paid for every sin
And every sin there's been since then!
By His hands we're saved
He left the grave
So
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