Lyrics:
about ya
Plays in my mind
What's your name?
Been watching everything you do
I can look but I can't touch
There's nothing wrong in wanting you!
you to stop and you didn't Listen
She got a couple of vices
Personally, I don't mind it
We can just fuck tonight
It's better when it's on sight
Let all
two-door shit
Look in my rear view, listen you're too close Thicke
You got it wrong, I don't touch the heaters
Though my Ice Cream sneakers got the drug
Stop running your heads up
Against brick walls
These old niggas got something for
You nigga you better listen
Better get your over that hump, you know?
you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, look
I just can't fail
I figured, hell, why not
Be what I'm supposed to be?
And then if you can't tell when you listen closely
They suck
I mean they
Chorus
Come into this house,
Magnify the Lord
Lift up holy hands, our
Hearts in one accord
For He's worthy, worthy
Of all our praise
Stop dissin'
(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my
2050
No no no
You better stop look and listen
To the words that are coming through
On the tv screen on the news today
All the things we learned in
talk about it when I go out
When people don't listen, then I start to shout
"Barry John is related to me!
Look!
Barry John is related to me!
Alright!
He is another white boy
Already got everything
Why listen to his crappy songs
About love and pain
Like Elvis, a new toy
I think he doesn't sing
Does
Stereo,
Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley.
Black Flame Trilogy.
Quadruple louder bass.
Battle sites. Little Rock.
Satellites in outer space
Words won?t
Sleeping Partners
stop, think, look around you.
a coincidence that she found you- I dont think so.
look back to the summer
she caught you in it’s
Yo, what's happenin'?
What you're cryin' for?
You know you look too damn good to be cryin'
Come here
Holla at a player
Dpg style
Ya know, ya
Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they pointin'
They like damn
They pointin', they
And listen for a while
The lyrics made them smile
They said that it was fine
Although it's not the style
I said it wasn't me
Once upon a time
I
Don't be afraid (Oh)
About what your 'bout to hear right now, baby oh
Listen, listen
(What is it?)
I'm not trying to fall in love with you
I just
hustling see
To be young black and rich
If that ain't the combination
Tell me when it switched
I need to know (listen)
Maybe the problem is your
Stop, look and listen baby that's my philosophy
It's called rubberneckin' baby but that's all right with me, yeah
Stop, look and listen baby that's
'Cause He's by your side
You gotta stop that hatin'
I know you don't wanna hear it
Gotta fast and pray and listen to the Spirit y'all
(God's tryna
knowledge drop
Yo I'm running so I refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach
just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
still hard and said look what I got
Then rubbed it, hugged, it and shoved it in her cock
Tried to tell her to stop, but the bitch wouldn't listen
I
I walk the streets of London
And notice in the faces passing by
Something that makes me stop and listen
My heart grows heavy with the cry
Where
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