Lyrics:
boy type
(Baby)
Excuse me I'm talkin' to you, hey
Give it to me baby
Slow down
Give it to me baby
Let's go
Girl, you ain't gotta close your
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
wrist, girl, I'm cashin' out (hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm cashin' out)
Got a condo around my neck, girl, I'm cashin' out (I said I'm cashin' out)
36 Os, so
what's Ur preference
Nice and slow
Or fast and breathless
Pull Ur hair girl, bite Ur necklace
Let me show u what a nigger from Louis blessed with
Hey
ur necklace
Let me show u what a nigga from Louis blessed with
Hey.... I'm exprained to leave
When I'm done I flip the mattress
Change the sheet
the opps
Treat the opp like a onion
I’m smoking a onion
Bentley B cruse on the road I be stuntin’
Know I stay by myself but my boys be 900
Stacks in my Greg
never guzzle it
I fly girl sip
Now get that Rosé get that, get that Rosé
A little Hennesy and Louis the 13th
Now everybody look my way, my way
never guzzle it
I fly girl sip
Now get that Rosé get that, get that Rosé
A little Hennesy and Louis the 13th
Now everybody look my way, my way
You're testing me
I ain't like them other boys in your past girl
I'll be the one to treat you right
Hold you tight
Whenever you need me i'll be here by
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
to St. Louis (uh-huh)
Hey, all the girls do it (that's right), just put your back into it
Now shake what she gave you (who?), I'm talkin' 'bout ya mama
to St. Louis (uh-huh)
Hey, all the girls do it (that's right), just put your back into it
Now shake what she gave you (who?), I'm talkin' 'bout ya mama
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
down, they thought I was Pablo in Narcos
I call my girl like, "I bought some Dior, home" (Hey, babe)
And she thought I really bought her some Dior Homme
got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
Don't leave your girl 'round me
Said,
soon
I'm gonna lose my mind
9 to 5, I'm fine
Just like everybody
I know I'm getting by
I need some time to myself
Hot girls in the club (uh huh)
Hot boys
Hey girl, I love you
Boy I mean that through and through
Hey girl, come real close
Don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost
Oh my, my, my, my
Oh, let's take
I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
haha)
(By the end of the night, you goin' be mine)
(Luda! And Valentin' the dream)
[Bobby Valentino (Ludacris)]
Don't leave your girl round me
L'holocauste c'est Hayce le best
Et weed-weed dans
La veste charcle l'intestin d'Émile Louis
Vibes à la martienne, mentalité malsaine
Tu l'as dis dans marcel
That boy is Benihana
Ah, yuh
Hey, hi
Welcome to the fucking main attraction guys
Which one of you motherfuckers wanna die tonight?
Cmon, don't be
show you round this country boys world
You ain't gonna wanna go back to that City Girl
When you're laying underneath a moonlit sky
And when them stars
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
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