Lyrics:
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
Beautiful lady, lady, yeah (who's that lady?)
Lovely lady (who's that lady?)
Real fine lady (who's that lady
motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who
motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Who
Puttin' rappers on ice, then lock the bodies in the chiller
The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like throw-up
Blow up, then go nuts, like a lady
And at the same time after thats a hard one
Where it did launch, where it did,
Where it did, where it did launch,
Did launch, no it didnt though
Cus who would
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady?)
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
That real, real, real fine lady (the
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady?)
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
That real, real, real fine lady (the
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When
Treat her like a lady
Pon ya mean, deh mean I'll show ya man, Celine (check it)
Somebody mind him, somebody mind him, love to hit and run, yes
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
Beautiful lady, lady, yeah (who's that lady?)
Lovely lady (who's that lady?)
Real fine lady (who's that lady
Who's that lady? (Who's that lady?)
Beautiful lady, lady, yeah (who's that lady?)
Lovely lady (who's that lady?)
Real fine lady (who's that lady
back
To somebody who's gonna treat her like a queen
Show her what love really means
And if you know it's really love you can never get enough of love
I
the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
Release the things that'll keep me back (yeah)
Cut off my whole nine, free at last
Want me to be fake can't agree with that
Dear Ariella
Whooo!
My lady
My lady lion
You a fierce one!
And this letter goes out to you!
Just to let you know how much
I appreciate you for all
Cochran money
Just in case I catch a case
This heater on me
Launch yo ass to space
Shit is rocket science
Born defiant
I'm a Giant to you simps
Turn
myself a lady who can rock me around the clock (ayy!)
Lady, lady won't you bring yourself real close to me?
Lady, lady show me things that I ain't never
Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences
of the forty planets, satellites, moons, stars,
and any other inhabited orbs
protections
Mm Mike D
Step off the launch in the place to be
Always on time so I never botch
The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch
Here's a something
like a fly in a web
The idea I could get her was all in my head
I was the prey being willingly led
Yo
Have you heard the one about the guy
Who rolled up
who identifies as an asexual
Mario look-alike in this musical performance
Listener discretion is advised
You like to dream of something ideal
Sometimes
her eyes First Lady
She give me butterflies the First Lady
If you hurt her you could die First Lady
See from a mile away First Lady
Them chicks who be
her eyes First Lady
She give me butterflies the First Lady
If you hurt her you could die First Lady
See from a mile away First Lady
Them chicks who be
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