Lyrics:
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
I give you lovin' by the daytime,
Night time you could take good care of me.
Baby baby baby baby, don't you want a man like me?
Uh-huh uh-huh, yes I
and a gambler and a sweet-talking ladies' man
And you love your lovin' (you love your lovin')
But not like you love your freedom
Help me I think I'm falling
to participate
Gucci ain't eliminate
Four girls with me
Simply I glaze they ass
Just like some churches biscuits
Beat her like she stole my Bentley
Swagger
that your bitch be mine
She see me by the bar
She watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler, man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump
full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with
and a gambler and a sweet-talking ladies' man
And you love your lovin' (you love your lovin')
But not like you love your freedom
Help me I think I'm falling
shit, man!
You could have it man.
We good!
Killa!
See you like to front (Word!)
Me I like to stunt (True!)
I go for it on fourth down you
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
Microphone check 1, 2
I shut the whole block down like motherfuckin' P D
Wanna be me the feins come and see me
Cocaine rock the block is hot
But I
the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird
Now and then I see old timers talkin'
All day long relivin' them good ol' days
Like it never gets old and it's the same old stories
Got me
watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good
I met and old man on a gray hound, on my way down to New Orleans,
He started talking in the back seat, he pulled out a flask and passed it to me
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin' every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I
Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament
And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah
My my, ow, yeah!
Never had confession, never
like me
'Cause they be hear me gettin' funky frequently
They tell me don't drink and drive, I say what is this
Mind your business
Now pass it around
bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
It's a good vibe, good
and a gambler
And a sweet-taIking-ladies man
And you love your lovin'
But not like you love your freedom
Help me
I think I'm falling
In love too fast
Feelin' good as hell
It's me he's lookin' for
I can see it in his eyes
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
Everybody treats me like I'm just a little baby (yeah,
around and hit me up
No other man can lick me like you
(Like you, you know what you do)
Everybody’s saying you’re no good for me
But they don’t see
and that blunt you puffin'
And after that I'm a throw that fuckin' "young money" up
And we can both watch it fall like it's bungee jumpin'
Man I'm so
on the line girl)
Hey DJ (On the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called
Oney standin' over me
Today when that whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by and said
They'd
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