Lyrics:
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
the stars go
Write your name on the fogged up window
Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that
And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight
Baby, baby oh baby, baby
Shut up baby, I'm trying to sing
Baby
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Gitarzan, and his jungle band
They're all you can
and some real close heart to heart talks
In the spring when stars are glowing by the fire when snow is snowing
I want to spend some long long hours with
Baby, baby oh baby, baby
Shut up baby, I'm trying to sing
Baby
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Gitarzan, and his jungle band
They're all you can
Talk to me
Tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away
Like a bomb, yeah, baby
Talk to me
Topanga is hot tonight, the city by the bay
Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay
The rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
Cause you're so
when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you'll stay by side
Clouds filled with stars cover the skies (cover
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
You drive a baby blue Beamer.
I drive a pick up truck.
I'm a member of the good ol' boys,
you're a member of the country club.
You keep turnin'
on the bottom
The way you shake that ass like ho's from Harlem
Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
'cause baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh I need a friend right now
(Soul to soul)
Someone I can talk to
I'm feeling lonely right now (right now baby)
I just
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone?
I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away
Baby, cut off the lights, let
You may be my lucky star
I'm the luckiest by far
You may be my lucky star (you may be my lucky star)
I'm the luckiest by far (what you do to me baby? )
your careless head
Untroubled by the chaos of our lives.
Another day, another night
Has taken you again my dear.
And you know that I'm gonna be
see the world when I look in your eyes
Your kisses are Duracell, they keep me energized
Tired of goin' back and forth, baby, I'm hypnotized
You gotta
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
a life sentence. Fake ass niggas hollering about their real
Get caught and they singing like Lyfe Jennings
Quarter key, that's a 252 on the clock. With 17
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