Lyrics:
better by myself
I don't need no body's help
They tryna take more than half my shit
They want me dead on some Mac Dre shit
I been working harder than
third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
by
Shooting stars fell from her eye
Andromeda shone so brilliant by the fish
I held her close and made my wish
"Cosmic girl, won't you stay?
I'd give
I’m at the bar watching the way you flunk.
Stuck on the dance floor, you’re ready to bend down
In front of me or somehow maybe get found
By somebody
the sky
Like a man without a mother
A choice without a chance
He's digging up the dead
Expecting them to dance
Oh but the girl
She comes around
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
I've been down for a time
I got a lot on my mind
My friend's putting guns to his head
And he might wind up dead because of something I said
I loved
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
a hat trick
Can't be concerned by shots that miss
I go off, they cannot stand it
They want me to cut it out, want to crop mad pics
I'ma blow a fuse, I'm
Written by: Hassena Lamousnery, Glenworth Irving, Halembert Caicedo, Khaleik Akerson and Caleb Alvardo
I tell you that I love you under blankets
I
AFTERGLOW EXPRESS
I be dancing in my sundress
Like you dance in my head
Would you dance on my grave if u thought i Was dead
L-L-Light me a candle and smoke me
of you can hold this smoke
Search that chest, opps by west, lucky that you never got... (Dead)
Fully equip, tools by hip, if you dance with me you're
fake Loubutin
Abi you don tire for Adenuga son
For the girls who didn't agree to take me on
You've got to dance to my beat and feel the burn
But now I
She walks
With a certain cachet
She talks
Of her many mistakes
I'm bought
By those bottomless
Eyes, shy of their prime
Growing tired by time
But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up
surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
the Motts I knots by the chance
I rain dance I rain dance
But steppin' just a bit, I don't need another shadow
Makes makes is gonna be the new man's
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um, twelve (what up, what up)
This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my headphones up
My favorite
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
touch me I'm froze
Don't look outside these bitches do the most
Girl it's just me and you cut off the hoes (Yeah)
How you dance on the pole?
If I'm not
into her world
That'll be strictly by invite
She's with the Suicide Girls
Just don't try to take her away
You'll be dead before you fell
Get in
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