Lyrics:
Betcha thought we'd never do it like that
Giving you something, something that you never had
Craig David and Hardwell, we ain't holding back
When
To the heart, tick tock you don't stop
Stop X 8
Come on, baby, dry your eyes wipe your tears
Never meant to see you cry
Craig David's on the rise
Craig, motherfucka
Make your family crest climb them heaven steps, mothafucka
He got like forty
Leave em thrashed
Leave em wrecked, mothafucka
Hit
Liquid T is in the place
Krush Money got the flava in ya face
You wanna taste?
Liquid T is in the place
With Krush Money, got the flava in ya face
you've been playin'
Tryna figure out why you changed what's on your mind
But it seems recently that
Why' acting like it don't matter
Come out like
King David! (I do)
I feel like I'm King David! (it’s true)
I feel like I'm King David! (I do)
I feel like I'm King David!
RAAAAH!
I wrestled wit bears
rumours & lies
But your friends keep on filling your head with this nonsense &
I can't take no more
Craig David she only after that wage payslip
Uh uh yeah
Craig david
It's another one
Gonna make ya make ya dance to this
Gonna make ya make ya dance to this
This is how we do it one time
Craig david, this is how we do
Yeah, well come on, check it out
What'chu doing 'cause we'll be rendezvousing and
You know we'll be getting some,
Aight, aight, don't be yellin yo
Calm down man, can we talk like civilised people?
I can't take this no more
[Craig David]
I don't love you
No
wrote his whole verse on a damn napkin
This right here, Schoolboy man of the year
This right here that flava for ya ear, Craig Mack shit
Fly lil' mama
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)
the Artful Dodger do it like that
With Craig David all over your
DJ it's all up to you
When the crowd go wild
Tell me, what ya gonna do (ooh, know he's
So much flava , so much style
You're driving me wild , you're driving me
Oh so sexy, I like your style.
You're driving me wild, you're driving me
fight like we at war,
And I don't think I love you no more
(Chorus)
[Craig David:]
I don't love you no more (no more)
I'm gonna show myself
hoe
Im david blane at his show the way i make a rhyme float
Im making waves in your moat dont try to hop in my boat
I emenate im so astral, tearing
that's where I was at
You know, you know, the Artful Dodger do it like that
With Craig David all over your..
DJ it's all up to you
When the crowd go
Craig David's on the rise (uh-uh)
Check it out
I wouldn't ever try to hurt you
I just needed someone to hold me
To fill this void while you were gone
[Chorus]
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (x4)
I met this fly girl in the club
Went by the name of pecan deluxe
This ice cream was
from St. Louie
S.T.L. is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin' with flava (what up Mo?)
I'm just your neighbor, one of
St. Louis'
old tired ass job?
They ain't fire your ass in '08?
Now I'm 'bout to show your ass
Shoulda walked by your ass
I ain't tryna find your ass no way
neighbours
Cramp in her leg when I shake it
Bending the back while I'm
Changing the playlist
She wanna do man to Craig David
But it weren't 7 days that I
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
And your cousin Jaden found him hanging in the f**king shed
Well, I couldn't fathom what I heard
I put the phone down and didn't say a word
Just stared
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