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
girl open up your eyes & see with me
What you see is what you get
Ain't no hidden agenda
So girlfriend when he's playing around
You'd do well
brought some Macallan 18
I brought some Jordan SBs
And 6ix turns over and says, "Hey, I think I got a beat for Ultra 85"
He plays it, Logic goes crazy,
the shy type! ~ Yes, it's my type!
He's the kind that girls can't trust!
Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do,
She may have to walk home,
at all
If they don't like it, they can all get fucked instead of suckin' him off
They can get a belt or neck tie, to hang themselves by
Like David
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl
the one you need
Your life stands still the minute he goes
You count the hours just hoping he shows
Girl can't you see while you're longing for his
I did was wack
But don't get a nigga back like that, no!
Shot through the heart, the girl caught me
Shot through the block, with him shot gun
He
jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hangin' 'round the theaters
Girl by
the dreams are done
She rides by night the Brooklyn train
Sleeps by day to hide the pain
Lonely women of the world
We're the happy girls
Lonely heroes
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
oh yes he is
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who's gonna be right by his side)
I'll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train
you stole like we was tighter than what we was
Tryna get likes from my love
If you can't go by the crib then give my momma a hug
Tell my uptown
"I'm no Lupe Fiasco but he can pay me every first and the 15th"
I'm a king, I'm a king, so
I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony
Shoutout to dummy who
girl
Save your psychopath
And don't judge that black dress book by the tear streaked Covergirl
'Cause she's a small town, mama lovin', settled down
at five
You've got to work late will you get out alive
You know what he's after it's always the same
And soon you'll be playing the cat and mouse game
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
Get your horse Waylen
On the side of the highway
Trying to sleep
Dreaming of a new love
She knows she can't keep
He's back down the road
Well there's a cat in town that you might know
He goes by the name of Domino
A long key-chain and a diamond ring
A blue sport car, he's a crazy
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
Fiasco claimin' he skateboards
Yeah right, that nigga can't even ollie
Push him away on the dolly
Not even Satan can't stop me (What)
I sag my pants until
She's so dangerous
That girl is so dangerous
That girl is a bad girl, yeah
Whoa! And yeah, that's her
The big dog tryna get her little kitty to purr
Every girl wants my guy (my guy)
And I can understand it (they want my guy)
Well, they ain't never gonna get him (my guy)
Why can't they see that
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