Lyrics:
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
to be
Every single part of me
I don't mean to put your under pressure
I just wanna have your love forever
So baby
If it's just for one night, one night
York City must be)
(Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance
See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must
And if angels don't have answers to your prayers
Oh, I will be there
Oh I will be there
And if who you love don't want your love, well then
Do you
said
"Hey boy, do you want to score?"
And you know how it is
I really don't know what time it was oh, oh
So I asked them if I could stay awhile
I
on if you feel the need
Then come back to me
I wouldn't want
You to miss a thing
I wouldn't wake
You from any dream
You ever have
So, go on, and go,
you want
Maybe sometimes then ya don't
But, leave your mind alone and just get high
Well, by and by, way after many years have gone
And all
back on nothin'
And he said, "when you get to that red light
I want y'all to jump back to your left and then switch back to your right"
He said, um,
I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment
If this trade is a curse, then I'll bless you
And turn to the crossroads of Hamburg, as in
"Boys,
your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you
Killin' you faster than you
really don't want me to
Why, why do I try to help you?
Try to help you when you really don't want me to
You go back to the women who will dance
could see what you mean to me
Put yourself in my shoes
Walk a mile for me
I'll put myself in your shoes
Maybe then we'd see
That if you put
the same place
Then how the fuck have I been hit six times
In three different locations
On four separate occasions?
And you can bet your stanking ass
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
back on nothin'
And he said, "when you get to that red light
I want y'all to jump back to your left and then switch back to your right"
He said, um,
this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those, even if someone's in it
Can I pay my lawyer off and I don't have to go to court
I'mma smash a gang of bitches, gettin' money yeah I know
If you can see, get money, what this
you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Well, I've heard 'em say these days don't last
I know the years are gonna
Alright
Make you wanna dance, don't it baby?
I'm gonna wear my flip-flops and
I'm gonna play some flip-cup and
Rock a little bit of hip-hop
you take no more
'Cause if we gonna get
This thing together
Then you got to carry the ball
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up
Up From The Table
If She Don't Wanna Dance find One That Say
To All The Ladies In The
Place With Class And Taste
And Allow Me Too Place My Hand
problem with that?
Said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
I
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
gonna need a lot of Merlot
But the question is where'd I just go
So let 'em say what they want to about us
When they say your name
They're lifting
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