Lyrics:
slow
We've got the warm breeze
Blowing off the coast
One hand on your knee
Yea we're getting close
I feel a good time
I feel a good time comin'
gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say if your girl starts actin' up,
be scared about it
Go on and put your hands around it
Damn, you put your hands around it
Girl, what you're doin'
If I play with that, think about
ya puzzle
Notch up your mind
And everywhere I turn I keep seeing signs like
(Oh) y'all look good together
(Oh) looking like sister and brother
sag
I'm so bad that the baddies are good here's a shout out to the baggies
cnd the baggies of bud and cabbies who dropped me off getting gyalie on my
off the meter
Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads
Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours
Jealous of yourself, watermelon
off the meter
Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads
Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours
Jealous of yourself, watermelon
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
To keep you loving me
And its just to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo
never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth
I smile a lot, why not?
Fine girls getting eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shut
Too nice to keep
drought
I lie and tell my girl that
I'm'ma change when I get out
I'm right back with them hoes
Just the same when I get out gates
I wish somebody could
Dance a few songs all nice and friendly
Go to take a sip and my drink is empty
Should I keep dancing? Maybe even score?
Feeling pretty good; I could go
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
of brother to stand out, always keep my hand out
To help another brother, what is taught by my mother
Good to the drip drop and I won't flip flop
Straight
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
On the set like commercials with talking cats
My jersey been in the
Rafters peep this towel-mouth
Brooklyn monster knuckle up
Speedbag your tonsils
Poison
numbers in your bank
Than your social media? That's just brass (huh?)
Every time I talk my G, that's cash
Plain Jane AP's, yeah that's flash (bling)
the day on city meals
Scratch that list at fifty kills
Dig my grave in a pretty field yeah
China girl your my world
Love me long time love you too boo
Whats
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
The Shocker]
Bounce, shake
[Lil' Romeo]
Lets do this!!
[Lil' Romeo]
Throw your hands up, from my circle ya'll stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
but ion work
I'm making cheese
Fuck the beef
I'm eating good
So try me boy and you will see
3 knifes stay off my pocket
So body's dropping 'till pistols
socialism, totalitarianism
Beyond your wildest imagination - Glenn Beck
Because I'm rich in ring prowess
Blessed with technical skill and extremely
Well off
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