Lyrics:
as Sunday morning service
But better days or for worse
If I'm paid or I'm hurting in my pocket
She still got a nigga back, know that's for sure
No matter what
her hair
She got in her bag she can to it by herself
You a fucc nigga,
She can do it by herself
She can do it by herself
You a fucc nigga
She can do
girl takes my breath away
I swear with her I feel safe
Promised I won't walk away
Cause I swear she got
Yeah, she got everything
Eenie meenie miney mo
I got a girl, she likes to swing from a tree
Love that woman but she don't love me
I've got a check book, it got no money
I told her that, she didn't
closer
Dudes approach her
Lightly
Want to be her lover and she obliges
Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires
Oblivious to lying schemes
that
I got my own place, bitch
I did that by myself
I got my new whip, I did that by myself
Niggas, can I take that shit
Play the game to play to win
yeah, oh yeah)
Brooklyn, New York
The Bronx, Harlem baby
New York, Brooklyn baby
You think she loves you?
She'll take you for everything you've got
ain't know how it'd end
But now it's like everything feels so perfect
I got a little money then I went and blew a rack
I got a crazy girl, that's just
Married to the money how romantic (how romantic)
Tell me why my side chick be askin' all them questions
She think I'm gon' play her, call her ass Alexa
these hoes
She always let me hit it like a backstop oh
I like the way she back that ass up then drop oh
She got herself handcuffs like a sexy cop oh
of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
She find pictures in
She like her, she like her, she like her
Hair, nails, heels, done. Hair, nail, heel, done
She got her hair did, she got her nails did, and got some
This is, like magic, I’m feeling, fantastic
This love ain’t romantic
But it’s filled with passion
Now she dive in the pool
Her body is cool
I look
Something like an interception I won't let you pass me by
This a different type of high not the drugs or altitude
Now I finally got your love that's a thing
birthday she already is an old maid
Now to her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her
birthday she already is an old maid
Now to her, death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
just a friend
She the first thing that close to me
Since I went down in 03
Swagger on a million
Confident high self-esteem
Seductive by the way she walk
I know she wants to be with G-O-D eventually, but still
She got everything yeah the girl's got plenty
(Badu)
Flowers in her bedroom
Perfume
[Chorus]
We plot and we plan, but everything's controlled by higher powers
No matter how much you hate it, its evident and its blatant
We plot and we
walked for 15 then got a cab
Pictures in my head hit me like Dashon Goldson
Left my leg on the field NaVorro Bowman
Hard to feel happy when everything's
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You know, bright fancy
night, we got McDonald's,
How romantic
I never knew what love was until you came
Into my life
And I thank god."
Where did those words go
When all else
cheap
I screaming fuck love, that shit has got me weak
Facetime calls 'til we go to sleep
Romantic dates when I sweep you off your feet
But I knew this
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