Lyrics:
changed to a form-fitting black satin dress
Ev'ry man stopped to stare, at this form fine and rare
Even the women remarked of the charm she possessed
durag
Dress code too bad, Ima rock a durag
I been wearing my durag
Aye big rank, I'm talking big bank
Big dank, man that shit stank
In the Uber XL, asked
In life and love
Shackled to your mental blocks
And held back by someone
Someone who felt threatened when I gave support
What are you afraid of?
I've
I roll this, I can't smoke no black
Bitch, I'm a virgin, I dress in all black
Bust a bitch down, then I send her back
I'm getting money, I'm not in
but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I
the floor up, hit the dress store up
Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
it's the storm in the calm
We're all getting eaten by the telephone
Under the dream of a man in the sea
Lies a postcard written for Eleanor Rigby
Don't
Couldn't be clearer skies than we have here
Can't imagine a more beautiful pageant
Dress me up, take off the glasses
Don't want me looking like
was a man
I wouldn't be held down by a target on my back
I'd walk the streets alone
Without the fear of being threatened while I'm walking home
I don't
Little Black Book
DOC: 01/19/23
Written by Sierra Black and cddy Prado
Verse 1
My phone rang after midnight
cnd I knew something ain't right
putting my crib on the top floor
Bitch I'm dressed like Tom Ford
I bet I'll make a lot more
Man I always keep it moving
Imma be racked
For this life I am
And you told me things that don´t sound right
Think i got another man while i was leaving you back inside -cover- hum
Too shy to cover -with his eyes
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
Where's that gal with the red dress on some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too
Yeah gED, oh boy
Can't be reconciling ill Will exclusive
We got that front, back, side to side
Lean with it, rock with it
Burner might pop with it
egyptians nd fellow magicians found the old dress
I don't know maybe pharaoh's empress misplaced her gold dress
You don't know the code guess
I didn't know
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
like they worth G's
Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em pass
So, tell me where can I find 'em
With they
Money, Cash Money, man
(yeah, real shit nigga)
Gangsta shit, get your game up, boy, for real
The clock is ticking, the cops is sitting
Waiting on me
a fan
Aye
She said she got a man I can already tell
Light skin red bone bitch shit thick as hell
Foreal Chanel dress just to match her nails
In her
Zulu man a kill the youth with tht tune dem,
Spread the word from the back of the projects
To the middle of the burbs and the hi-rise, All the gal wan
Fuse odg and speezy well we tell dem, blaze dem
(fuse odg)x2
Look at you in that dress
Girl you dangerous like a gun
Give them you nothing less
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