Lyrics:
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent, treatment baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but
Girl, you know that you need
To stop givin' me the silent treatment, baby
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but
music
And some honky-tonk, in the mix
I like whiskey in coke, a double to the top
A shot of cuervo now and then
I never ask for a lot, I'll
don't step
You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am,
right na
I'm not myself right na
I'm just by myself right na
My cuz Tezz
He been wilding
Can't tell em
Put the guns down
But if you catch a body
Stay
visionaries on a mission, shit ain't been the same
Some ups and downs came around, had a lot of problems
But no matter what happened you know we always solve
come and get candid kiss the candy
No claps, can't stand me if I offend he
You can't be saved by the skin on your teeth
But the skin on your friend
Could
the darkness is my fault
And I never skipped a day
But the footsteps just won't trace
So I can't even tell you
Yea
Getting choked by the hands on the clock
You
of worlds (Yea)
I tell you this you is a bliss (Yea)
You is a trip if you thinking that I'm gone slip (Ooh)
In that concrete caught in the mix
Don't listen
just hear what I'm Saying
Go get the cash take off the mask
Lil nigga don't slip up again
They put in that work they kill you
For work this shit supply
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
give you time to think
Let me puff this Buddha blunt and cut on this porno bump, girl, come lounge
Here by my side tonight you're my devils bride
fucking with phony's
Hustle like Griselda, nigga I be on it
My niggas we slide, we ride, we shoot up yo spot you board it up
You can't get no money
I swim
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
Man, Yes Sir
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
Facts (Beat by @Kiddogenius) (English) (2022) (Lyrics)
(Intro)
(Verso)
Facts, I give 'em, I gottem, I speak ‘em,
You live yo life around lies,
bow tie
I'm a bad bad woman
But you already know
I'm hard to handle, baby
I need an animal
You can't understand it
I'm so stupid with it
Boy,
I'm one man, sir, who knows for sure
That you reap just what you sow
I sure appreciate your listening, it helps me a lot
You know to have that man's
can't stand us
I hate all diseases and that shit really cancer
Boy you really cancelled
HOW THE FUCK YOU BAN US
See my great grandma struggled, so I could
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
the world
When I call your phone why you don't answer
Don't really like your father but still call him by sir
This girl is poison she'll snake you like
to get that stuff of the kitchen floor (oh)
Is that too much to ask you for (oh)
But I see no reason why, I can't let a few more weeks go by (uh uh)
[Intro - Sir Mix-A-Lot (Female voice)]
(Peek a boo)
This is the true story about a young lady I know
(Peek a boo)
A walkin' zombie, product
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