Lyrics:
We're hanging on by a string,
but no one wants to end things,
but you know better,
and i know better,
cause we've tried everything
not brave enough
Ya, I feel like I'm paralyzed
Woah, woah
Ya, I feel like I'm paralyzed
Woah, woah
Ya, I feel like I'm paralyzed
One, two, three, jump
Say
me"
But I called my girl up and said
"Listen, baby, I'm sorry
Just wanna tell ya, don't worry
I will be late, don't stay up and wait for me"
"Say
she came out her jeans
I'm stabbing the bitch she scream
I'm playing the bitch she green
No I don't do it for nun but I got too
Top two pt not two
Mask
back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
So you made it this far, ha
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is?
This still Tha Carter II
but no coward
No I am no Howard the duck, duck
Lead showers, black flowers
Black dresses, two hours, closed casket
Ma dough tactics is so crafty
No
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
part 2 for you
I give this dedication, project elimination
He's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve
I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream
fall in love and get hurt by a bitch
Nine months later cause got mirked by a bitch
See I'm just a nigga that ya don't wanna
Reverse the game on her,
with gloves
don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw
I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law
so he can watch yo back, I
And a poom-poom, just shake ya rump
Check baby check baby one two three four
Check baby check baby one two three
Check baby check baby one two
Check baby check
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
I. A Bit of Finger
(Instrumental)
II. Sleeping Village
Red sun rising in the sky
Sleeping village, cockerels cry
Soft breeze blowing in
match
1, 2, 3, ding!
We put it in the microwave, not the ring
The Vince McMahon of brick weighing
Make a wall outta them shits, brick laying
the two of us girls ya know I love you more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday.
Don't ya know that I heard it through
part 2 for you
I give this dedication, project elimination
He's a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve
I'm just vanishin with the vanishin cream
So you made it this far, ha
We upstairs, I let you up here
You special, Marley, don't shoot 'em
You know what this is?
This still Tha Carter II
And a poom-poom, just shake ya rump
Check baby check baby one two three four
Check baby check baby one two three
Check baby check baby one two
Check baby check
don't know what to do (didn't know what to do)
But to give you part two of my confessions (but I need to tell you, baby)
This by far is the hardest
gonna be forever
If it's gonna be just us
If we're gonna ride together
Turn two to one
Gotta make it work, I'm not sayin' it's easy
Sometimes we
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
Babygirl stop playin' & put my number in ya phone
[Verse 1:]
Put my number in ya phone,
you say you got a man well call me when he gone
Call me when you
'm blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
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