Lyrics:
the real you this the real me
No hotels no room keys
No check out time this airbnb
We cud take shots or play a card game
Strip poker or a strip tease
See
pack
Go on poke out, thumb tack
Back that ass up I'mma front that
Knock it out the park. Let these other niggas bunt that
Turn the music up, where
I don't do it for the money
I don't do it for the fame
I don't do it so I can see the bright lights
Spell out my name
But I'd be lyin' if I
soul, ay ayyy
Uhh okayyyy
These niggas ain tryna play
I thug this shit out the rain
I said it's fuck the competition, man im in it for the chicken
Man
lay your head on any other shoulder
Some hire themselves out for a good time
But you and I, we have been sold
So I keep on saying...
Play one more
like whether right or wrong
I was kinda young, they went out to play
I was writing songs
Back when Craig David had china bumps
The old school whip was
until you find out
Why why why
I'm an animal
Yeah I'm an animal
If you dare to play the game
It won't be long until you find out
Why why why
I'm an animal
conviction
Hick evicted, waitin' on the quidles
With a hand full of Skittles
Trying to figure out the riddles
The fat lady sang
The little man plays the fiddle
She had Japanese tattoos
And wore an elegant shade of blue
I felt the loneliest come June
I thought she'd smooth out my grooves
All that I want is
Before anything happens between us
Be sure you're ten toes down before I pull out this car (pull it)
And the only thing that's comin' beside me
Out this
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
Now Santa is a busy man, He has no time to play
shot, put your leg on the chair (Like that?)
you know you're 2 hot when you play with your hair (Ha ha ha)
I like it
I just want to holler, scream,
Well, the character I play is
A great guy, you see, right
Away that gives me a start
Uh, on the other hand, half
Of it's reality and half of it isn't
beef then you know ya ain't safe round here
All my niggas got bank
Putting money in the safe round here
Don't gamble with your life
Don't play young
Words and music by bob seger
There's a highway
A lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us
And takes me far away
Out in the distance
Always within
right?
'Cause I've been tryna work it out, ow
Good weed, white wine, uh
I come alive in the night time, yeah
Okay, away we go
Only thing we have on is
for me, no one in bed
Yelling out loud when I play in my set
Sleep in a coffin, they thinking I'm dead
Puffing not coughing, I'm hittin' the pen
You
my bitch out
And he ain't even fuckin', she ain't touch his dick or nothin'"
Usually I'll play a bitch, but that lil' bitch played me (Ooh)
stands
And everything around me, yeah
Got to stop to feelin' so low And I decided quickly (Yes I did)
To disco down and check out the show
Yeah, they
let me Breath
Ayo it's huston atlanta la straight to Santa shout out to st lou I know Know they play me Out in bamma New york then boston blunt rolled
Nobody knows
Nobody knows but me
That I sometimes cry
If I could pretend that I'm asleep
When my tears start to fall
I peek out from behind
""Come along we're gonna a play a game
But we're gonna do it my way yeah
II let you watch from the window
Me in da kitchen naked
What cooking what's
Frosty, the snowman was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And eyes made out of coal
Frosty, the snowman is a fairy tale,
change
Fell in love with pretty penny
Hate my golds, so I took them bitches out
Can't play with hoes, unless I stretch em out
No back and forth off
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