Lyrics:
Kinda didn't wanna know
How that stuff is made
But i know now
cnd i don't wanna change
But i know now
Finding out is the start of the hard part
Try
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes was the promise of paradise
Is she
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Ooh, baby
What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff
Well, here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Ooh, baby
What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff
Well, here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here
Zaytoven yeah man this is celebration
Get the bottles in man all of that
All this money, get this pack
All this stuff we never had man we
Was
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Ooh, baby
What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff
Well, here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here
thank me for doing what I do
For the past that stays where it is
I'll forget that shit now I'm on the move
Above all else
I'm gonna thank me for the stuff
I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it
bitch wants some bags and stuff
Valet park my whip nigga (uh)
Hammer time for my chips nigga
Bossin' up, add it up
Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad
the good stuff Honey
I might not have a lot of Money
But I got Everything that you need
Yeah Yeah
Trust me you won't go Hungry
All you gotta do is just Love
gonna act like we don't be makin' love
You know we be tearin' it up, breakin' stuff, that ghetto love
How you gonna trip, how could you forget
How you
gonna act like we don't be makin' love
You know we be tearin' it up, breakin' stuff, that ghetto love
How you gonna trip, how could you forget
How you
in the club and I get paid for this
Ask me how I got it
I'ma tell you I was made for this
I was made for this, I was, I was made for this
I was
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
night 30 mins later wandering the studio
Hey! How are you!
I'm fine man, how are you?
This is Hans Zimmer if you're
Not familiar with his work
He
some bags and stuff
V-v-valet park my whip nigga (uh)
Hammer time for my chips nigga
Bossin' up, add it up
Your girlfriend choosin' so you mad as fuck,
craze
Rememberin' Stuff
The games people play
Rememberin' Stuff
We did it our way
Rememberin' Stuff
And made it okay
Rememberin' Stuff
pay me to tell you I love you
I love you
And the parents will always come along
Because their little girl is in love
And how could love be wrong?
you I love you
I love you
And the parents will always come along
Because their little girl is in love
And how could love be wrong?
How could love
those emotions that I got
My heart got stolen, give it up
Maybe I overthink this stuff
Painpills how I get stuffed
It's all my fault I have no luck
Maybe
the work in, then we gon ball
That's just how the streets made me
That's just how the streets made me
And you know the block raised me
That's how the streets
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