Lyrics:
you go, hmm
Things that make you go, hmm
It's the things that make you go, hmm, hmm, hmm
Robbie Rob, break it down
Give it to me, give it to me
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And decided we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a lil' bit of money
you can knock me down
This guy, this guy
Gotta set aside a disguise, disguise
So they never see me pass by, pass by
Hiding under all the dark skies,
That's how we handle biz
That's right we fought side by side
To our handle biz
Bring the chorus back
You got the wrong guy dude
You got the wrong guy
You
at me I look at it and I go ..Ok. you got it, sign.
Right so I'm driving safely all of a sudden a guy in another lane,
compeletly oblivious to me. He
tried to fuck me knowing you didn't love me
Had my hopes up thinking you was about to cuff me
Give no fucks, I gotta four five by my gut
She my slut, she
Doctor said I get fever
I too Dey think about you
Nah you be the girl wey Dey burst my brain No lies
Baby No lies
She tell me say she be spinster…
Nothing makes much sense
You can see what's got me now
I'm at a fever pitch!
Culture on the skids
I can't take anymore
Fights over TV and film
While health
Ye I surrender to you, baby Ye I'm on lemme get right witchu
You know imma a guy I got respect for you
Show me whatcha want and I'll give that to you
on the low
I was out in L.A. walkin' 'round like the po'
Got a stick in the coat 'cause these niggas be on me
I love what I do, but this shit make you phony
why I shouldn’t be trusting
The main reason why I don’t want to be loving
I see you running up to me but how many guys get it
Besides me how many guys
a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?
Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you
Hoping you've heard of me
I pray to God
People gon learn from me
Ain't a mirage
I am a boss
I take precautions
Hate is absurd to me
Don't say a word to me
hear him, then give him a little trim
To begin, how you think you're really gon' pretend (pretend)
Like you wasn't down and you called him again?
Will straight backs, I'm a chiropractor
The feds got me fed up, fuck the wire tappers
I'm the guy that rather live life
Angry than die in laughter
If you
she gonna give me the fever yeah
Dombolo on the danse floor yeah
Drop it low on the danse floor yeah
Got my hands on your waist when that booty be
it one hunnid like a fucking fever
Out here catching money like a wide receiver
I know y'all hating cause you see me as a threat
Ain't gotta like me
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
bitch (HA)
Plug hit me, said, "nigga do you need this?"
Bitch I'm pluggin' outta town, with my three fifths
Bitch I'm thuggin' at a show, with my
Gbemi gbemi lokan
You buddy day make a man craze
Shoddy do me like snow she cool my temper yeah
You buddy day make a man craze
Shoddy do me like
up in this old bitch mouth by mine
And openin' fire
And I ain't swearing no niggas
Give the deed up until four niggas
Ain't sympathizing with you
buddy make me wanna slowwww down
20 girls for the road
I dey give them on the low
I go give you all my doe
Bottles popping all night got some Ace for
it down see it's the G I
I gotta move swift they want me
Stiffer then some Levi's
I move so hot you'll catch a fever
When I flee by you got me confused
me
I had no fucking chance
Cause you never noticed me
You didn't give a fuck
You thought I was oversees
Now you lighting up a flare
And it's gonna
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