Lyrics:
em I'm blest and get to the check
Ya worry bout me but ya a wreck, wreck, wreck, wreck
I pull up and wreck like Big Sean and Metro Boomin
Or Boosie,
I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls
And in the halls
There are people looking through the window and the door
They know exactly
the cowboy dance
Let him kick up his heels or he'll kick down doors
Give him lots of room when he hits the floor
If he asks to dance with your wife
Let
Chit chit chattering hear your voice in the room
But the noise between us hides you from my view
Chit chit chattering as I quiver inside
know that I been smokin'
Joint real big, so you know that I been smokin'
Room full of fog, so you know that I been smokin'
Hangin' with the Dogg, so
That's how you change the world
That's how you change the world
All my life I had big dreams
To do big things and make a change
And all
her platinum high.
I saw her walkin' just a platinum high
Nearly lost my mind when she walked by
Oh I never met a gal looked like this before
Well, just an ordinary man
But, let a woman in your life and your serenity is through,
She'll redecorate your home, from the cellar to the dome,
flowin' by, is way too big to bound
If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut
Oh, how nice to have avoided you
I'll bloody bleed on everything
About getting
Lost in
Your own head
Lost In
Your own head
Sit with me
We're by the birds and the bees
Playing hide and seek
By the garden shed
Oh how you
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy-yippy-yeah, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
Like Deck said, this ain't your
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
Buttons and bows
Those frills and flowers and buttons
As soon as you`re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working
your brother, I'm not a punk motherfucker see
I did my time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be
They're building up big houses
Back behind the school
Where we used to drink our beer on Friday nights
And pretend that we were lovers in your car
do well
Can tell by the nails you frail
We can battle till your girl big ass feet out them Channels
[PMD]
Aiyyo my brain attack this hip hop shit
midnight,
An time to go downstairs and go to work
I wonder how he's doin' in, Tennessee?
[G.J. spoken:]
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old
Walks in to the room
See she's a big balloon
I said, 'Hey girls you are beautiful'
Red shoes red glasses please
Red glass going on my knees
Singing
down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats the broken glass the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind
Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier
Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I
Ooh (yeah, hello, be quiet)
Ooh (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Ooh (big bad bitches, big bad, Lil Uzi) (I'm working on dying)
(Yeah) ooh
Uh, uh,
say, "LL Cool J just scored again"
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop
Here's your token back, you're getting off at the next stop
wouldn't do
You're the kinda girl I dream about
Electric eyes and a big mouth
Turn me on, I'll turn you inside out
By the end of the night I'll be
by the city lights!
Another king, another queen.
Livin' in the shadows so they can't be seen!
Remember all the world lies at your feet.
And the big
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