Lyrics:
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
Ay
Young 2
Yeah
I haven't spit in a minute
You thought I was gone
I'll be gone when I finish
I'll take ya girl in a minute
And I'll give 'er back
when we huddle
But u know I got some tricks up my sleeve
So I spend a couple bands on 'er
Later on I slide my hands on 'er
You can say that I put
even puckered, huh
That little bitch i'ma dub 'er uh
That little bitch i'ma dub 'er ayy
I slide on a bitch just to dick and her and dip her
'Cuz i'm
alone
Anywhere i go, la go la follow
She can touch her toes
do that thing left right left right
I went to china, i saw the PI GU (tr: Arse)
I went
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
wants (LOVE)
But out here acting like (Ho, oh, oh, Oh!)
So how the hell could I make 'er mine when she fuck with everybody though?
So is it going or is it
nodding.)
Francis?
FRANCIS
I think Judith's point of view is valid here, Reg, provided the Movement
never forgets that it is the inalienable right of every
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my write reflect
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder,
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my write reflect
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder,
thang
I give 'er piping yeah
I serve a sting I leave a stain
If they gone try me yeah
I go insane like it's my name
Know they don't like me (yeah)
I
so famous dat da police don't bust me
Fok dis yolandi vi$$er! Can I get yor autograph pleez?
Dat's right it's all about me!
I like partying!
main bitch just like king Koopa
I told her move bitch get
Out the way like Luda
I put my creez on er
I walked in and put my creez on er
Yeeeaaahhh
I put
That one there is a keeper
Still cyan believe seh mi meet 'er
Yes we've been here before
But This time it ah guh sweeter
Take things a little bit deeper
directions.
But no frog.
So all there is left of the frog is the song.
We might as well sing 'er once again.
"Way down yonder in the yankety-yank"
I ask her name, she sticks ‘er tongue down my throat
I'm not one to gloat or boast but take note
Twenty minutes gone and she's getting her coat
So I
She was trynna throw them cuffs on me for the wintertime
Told 'er like nah baby unhand me
I'm finna be on south beach
They gotta see me
You can bet
Tell her give it to me right now
Tell her give it to me right now, uh, uh
We ain't need to turn the lights out
We ain't need to turn the lights out, uh,
the deep inclination of putting my hands on 'er
I'm a modern day Galileo who lives in Atlanta
The capital of the ratchets, aristocrats and traffickers
my little eye a little creature,
she wanna be me so bad I should give 'er a feature
Well this is my class, so I'ma do my job and teach 'er
But I'ma
Guess i wuz assumin wrong saw 'er turnin, hair flickin
Haptic emotion, winkin, starts slow motion creepin
Now tinglin, sensors singin, sanity clingin
Fi
wit' them boy's?
Like they gone save em' from that danger?
I stayed down , but now the time is right
(Time is right!)
If they talking 'bout a bag
I wont
on the loose
Wants to marry, settle down ya better get 'er in
Ya better call the sheriff, Pa, fer Rosie's gone again
She was wearin' lipstick, Pa, an' rouge upon
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