Lyrics:
Hi there
Should I've asked you what's your name?
Should you've asked me the same?
But dig
Let's not be wasting our time
Let's not lead each
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin,
the first week
The day after I'm coming at you on a smurf beat
Becuase he got the base to hit you on the head like a 4 by 4
Now back it up for me I'm
a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn.
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.
Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy
For sale by owner sign on Highway 59
A signal of the times, a turning of the page
There used to be nothing here
But that nothing disappeared
think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't
yourself for things you never done
Now your grandson blonde haired blue eyed handsome
Calls you up from London and sits and asks you why
So your answer
doo)
You're obsolete, non-essential
Obsolete, non-essential
You gotta put up, or shut up
Put up, or shut up put up, or shut up
Put up, or shut up
Stop
twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over suckers like
It must be real just
Say the word and
I'ma give you what you want
Time is waiting
We only got 4 minutes to save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy,
patience running out
Made a decision
What the dictionary's missing
Is my definition
I'm not just a four-letter word
(Hey) I'm not just a girl
(Girl)
was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in
(What up, what up, what up) Speed dial a coroner
Done with subliminals, now I'm talking to all of ya
Try my patience, wearing it thin
I put my prints
Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I'm a table over in the corner
Why don't you drop around
For we found heaven right here on earth at at 4-0-33
Yes we found what most people are looking for
And it's not a lotta money to spend on a real fine
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in,
Born the middle son
Of a farmer
And a small town
Southern man
Like his daddy's
Daddy before him
Brought up
Workin' on the land
Fell in love
weakness
Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back
Home by Monday mornin'
I swear I wish
when she grows up?
Aha, yeah, come on (the evil genius)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hailie (what?)
Come here, baby, bring daddy his Oscar (okay)
We're gonna
civilians, what up nigga? Excuse my millions
I'm in the V like a widow's peak
It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung
up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger
Man, I've been waiting all night now
That's
old
He's touching sixty-four
You got legs right up to your neck
You're making me a physical wreck
I'm talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin
all pros at you know what
(Girls) local or overseas
They all go crazy over me
Don't matter what part of the world
Girls want to be part of my
Don't think about dessert, I got enough
And a whole lot more to give!
[Chorus: x4]
Glow glow glow
When I turn it up, yeah brotha you know
What's
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