Lyrics:
understand me
She can't see my motivation
Ain't got no security
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here
I don't want twentieth century,
a fuckin' sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick, lick, lick
like spinach, and I'm strong to the finish
See, me, man, I'm nothin' like you
I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to
I'm leanin' in my ride, fo'
I'm goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by side
Anybody argue with me man, I'll keep them satisfied
Well, see my baby, tell her, Tell her the shape I
flirt
I know how you feel
You think her love is real
You think this time she'll be sincere
But she thinks you've got a paper heart
When she starts
flirt
I know how you feel
You think her love is real
You think this time she'll be sincere
But she thinks you've got a paper heart
When she starts
understand me
She can't see my motivation
Ain't got no security
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here
I don't want twentieth century,
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I
a good Look!
Not fronting baby I Got more paper than Him to
Not being arrogant or am I?
[Rick Ross]
I shines on a rainy night
My new Mercedes bright
every now and then
When we met, I could admit, I was just after sex
Taught you not to look for results, but trust the process
Plus, you got your paper
waste your breath
I been stop fuckin' you thots, ain't got no patience left
Save that shit for one of them niggas that rock the fake Pateks
My paper
know I got no job".
She said "I tell you what honey...let's find a place to rob".
Now the man at the station's name was Jim...I saw it sewed on his
curves
But the one we got to observe
Always bow your head and pray anytime
Night or day whenever you see a cross on
The side of the highway
Now Derrick
And a eighteen year old boy has got to eat
She found me outside one Sunday morning
Begging money from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my
I'mma chill baby, we don't want the devil in this bitch, naw
Got bad one we could call it Kelly Rowland
Ooh she get the jelly rollin'
I can nelly in
I'm dreaming tonight
I'm living back home
Right
Yeah, yeah
Take me back to a south Tallahassee
Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
to explain it
She was god's gift to man
Well he got a promotion
And he bought himself a color T.V
Had the cable put in
And they watched a round
myself
She's a girl of flesh and blood
And I'm a man
Yeah, who's been around
So I got dressed like royalty
And was off for all to see
The king
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, Lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
It's not good for a man to be alone
But a women needs someone that she can count on
And I walked down by the river in the cold gray dawn
Love is like
must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey, she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
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