Lyrics:
Make me think about the days I'm on tour
Fine fine girls in the area
Bad bad girls in the area
Baby say your make up and your contour
Make me think
and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch
Take them
Chyea Chyea
Uhh
I got rent to pay
I got music to make
I gotta put some away for a rainy day
My daughter need need shoes
And my momma need a spot
a three-day run, bitch
Take them mothafuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky
is rem, and the contour is elf
I dont like people and people don't like me
I hate my friends and they also dislike me
Women , men, everybody
No
rap
I draw blood like mosquitoes why'all annoy like gnats
Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat
Concrete adjust to the contours in your back
How can I hate what I create
Just hope you cared for more than bucks
It's really awesome I'm happy for your small run
You turned tired 16's into a 4x4
talking to your only son
Remember when you put me in that relay run
I was racing, chasing dreams to be the best
You had taught me that the very day I won
both of us on catwalk representing our culture.
Uh-uh-uh-uh huh.
Well the time and day has changed, where the women
Wear the pants without changing
(Cameron from the Bull back on his bull again)
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Men lie Women lie Numbers lie
Numbers lie
My heart is empty and my phone's full of women who look like you
My heart is empty and my phone's full
Of women who want me the way that I wanted
with men beggin' to pay 'em
Then they'll turn and run away, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!!!
So I
with men beggin' to pay 'em
Then they'll turn and run away, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!!!
So I
and momentum
I run aground some days
The contour seems familiar
My heart is an island
I must confess I am afraid
I lay my heart upon the sand
Some days I have
She loves her
{*women's voices*}
[$hort] She's lovin her
{*women's voices*}
[$hort] I know you love her
{*women's voices*}
[$hort] She's lovin it
around the globe, they play my songs where they speak French at
I tell her, "Bonjour," she havin' her makeup on with contour
Gotta move out my penthouse,
Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
I got forty-nine women waitin' to draw my pay
to (Who runs this?)
All my powerful women working nine to five
Two, three jobs just to survive
All my powerful women
No man at home
Raising all
You can run the streets with your thugs (ayo Storm)
I'll be waitin' for you (honestly, I think I can fuck with a motherfucka like you)
Until you
“When you think, your time is near, and you’re there
You’d better run, run, run, run, run!
Cause you know then they will appear.”
White, white women
Run up on me you just might get socked out
Working for the money never clock out
All these pretty women wanna talk talk talk talk talk now
We don't
Run, run away
They came in the shade of the moonless night
I have seen the flames in their eyes, it was do or die
We fought, fled, cried as the fire
Stevie Wonder couldn't see it
I'm catchin wreck so beat it
Yo I contour my lines, to freak a funky rhyme
to fit you like a pair of Calvin Kleins
Mad
froze in place
Startled, starstruck by the contours and the constructs of your face
I see constellations as we're deep in conversation
Contemplating how
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