Lyrics:
the girls who's in love with theyself
This is for all the girls that done did it by theyself
This is for all the girls that's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
This is
come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another
come with a army but never will retrieve
Ya girl's still a freak that girl feeling me
I let her open the door and let her feel the seat
Drop another
to Nate Dogg
Thinking should I lay low
When everything moved to cane
We had cane rows
Say she hate me
But she suck me with the same throat
The hate came out
time lost on this weary road
But found direction when I tore down them cafes of gold
I gave my heart to girls who really ain't deserve it
All because my
Girl, I can't notice but to
Notice you, noticin' me
From across the room, I can see it
And can't stop myself from lookin'
And noticin' you,
Ay listen lil hoe
You watchin a mf pro
He go by the name zo
He been ready to blow
But that nigga took it slow
Now he hot he on go
Cant put out
100, god damn even my dash say it
Homie think he poppin' forreal, but you ain't that famous
I told my favorite girl to meet me at my favorite place
It's
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
album too, nigga
(That's what it is)
But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together (yeah)
Yeah, that's that "Can't Feel My Face"
a bruddah give you everything and more
So I take a little piece and the rest of it is yours
Mi amor, I
E don tey wey I don dey I tell you
But, girl, you
it seems
When you're climbing to the top
Label asking for my album
The single ain't even drop
But the fans anticipating greatness
Can't fuck with
You know, a lot of girls be
Thinkin' my songs are about them, but
This is not to get confused
This one's for you
Baby, you my everything, you
Juggin' and finessin' we hear that on every verse
Watch me hit your jugular and
Put yo career in a hearse
I heard yo last album homie
Bet those
and stuff that keeps you guarded
Tell me all your favorite songs by all your favorite artists
Tell me everything
Tell me what you like about me, tell me what
girl was in the know but she ain't tell me where to find
Had to call around myself turns out my wife was OVI
Hit the road for 30 minutes I'll be there
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
here for the fame cos I am already known here
Everything's allowed eh eeh
Oya come around eh
Pretty girls around
Fimi'le ki n'marry my bae eeh
I no fit
part on the ride side
I insisted on maxing out the treble on every track so everything would sound clear
This is a huge mistake by the way
Real sound
the seat
But I'm a rudebwoy, plus everything is legit (you knew it)
Worked too damn hard for my things (that's right)
I'm a celeb, I heard +99 problems+
Metallica, than R Kelly’s 12 play
Forget love, I got an album to write
But this African’s reminding me I wanted a wife
And I’m not trying to be a cynic
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
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