Lyrics:
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
Yeah, ayo, yo[00:19.92]I would like to thank the listener (That's you!)[00:22.33]"For what?" For listenin' to this little album[00:24.90]A work
the whole city popping
Air Force One we mobbing
Met a bitch the other day
Say she go both ways (Me too)
Heard them niggas think I'm crazy
Told that nigga
Dan I customize all the fire
Why you point me to the work and you don't even know who supply it
Mixing up the chemicals baby, I'm Bill Nying
Skrill off
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you
may
(I love you)
Look at me now sittin' all by myself
Face another sleepless night all alone
All I look forward to is lying here living this song
I
need love
We need love like the water
Like the air we breathe, luvy
You know what I mean, like where I cum from
We only wanted to be loved
We only
The tension in the air is broke
Thanks to marijuana shmoke
And nostrils only flarin’ ‘cause we French-inhalin’ chronic though
Relax- take a trip back
you pass me by
Ignore me walking on the Sidewalk
And never say hi
You only see me as a stranger
But It only belongs to you
You're my only vice
There's
my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw,
dollar shop air
Fake flowers, fake guns and fake capital
Cash only
You'll get caught in the mirror if you try anything stupid
Very important people
Fucking
to pick up the phone
I need a fix real soon
Hey I was telling you
After all that we've been through baby
I'm still in love with you
I'll come by if you
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
open eyes, to make them possible by any means)
(CHORUS/OUTRO)
You wake up and dry your tears,
Finances supply your fears
You feel like you're all alone
inch
I can put her back together again
I'll supply the love she lacks
And give her back exactly what she needs
Bringin' it piece by piece
All
can, if you tune in, you just might hear
I'm jus a kid, living carefree
Sitting barely hyperactive, never been in chairs, we
Flying by like Jordan in
you
I got good supply, if you need drugs I can front you
Dope man, running game, been here in it ain't shit changed
You can suck my dangalang, if you
you gotta say love?
All you're givin' is hate
Girl you're not a safe place
Girl you're not a safe place
You can't be my supply
You can't fill the divide
love with what I wear holographic rare
Moonrocks in my lungs I'm in need of air
But I'm in the air im Michael Jordan here
Looking at me I know you hate
that I can't help but sigh
Cause you took my breath away, I don't know how I get by
Without fresh air I need a new supply
So meet me underneath the palm
Your love covers the planets
Fills atmospheres and systems of canyons
It permeates each physical state
Physical constants constantly giving you
I make broke look good
More time I supply just tryna get by
You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split
They always send me to try to stop
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