Lyrics:
Lost in a dream
Don't know which way to go
If you are all that you seem
Then baby I'm movin' way too slow
Straight up now tell me
Do you
uh-uh
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Sure, we will kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring knife to fistfight, kill your Grandma
daily
Like them jalapeños we planted baby
Four thousand three hundred eighty sunsets ago
That's a lotta, happy hour glasses flow
Margaritas on the rocks
wanna choose
I was taught
Get it by the bundle
Sell it by the two
I was taught
Someone fuck it up
Then he get removed
Pussy boy fuck ya fame nigga fuck ya
world
Man I can't wait to see my southern girl
[Lil' 1/2 Dead Chorus]
Southern Girl
I want to rub ya, kiss ya, squeeze ya, hug ya
You really got it
and my mercenaries, middle of south sudan
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
We purge for
week
Verse 1:
What kinda muthafucka black-ball a nigga off YouTube
I can tell ya who, baby I got new shoes
Ridin' on the wave like knarley, kill that
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
and qualities
She wana rock wit a real one she wanna rock a G Baby take a trip baby go oversea I'm hela lit off a whole nutha galaxy She busy hitting my dam
guapo
en el hood nadie sabe lo que es caca (cash)
no mas molly, no lo aprueba el dirty faka
el que atreva va a ser de flocka flocka, live up to my name
Baby baby when ya hold me tight
Oo wee whatcha do to me
The big black hands on the clock
Tell me that it`s time to rock
Gotta lot of rhythm in my
to sound
That mellow tone at 2am when you cruise around
That protect ya family even when on ya last two rounds
Some loosen your tie make love then walk
more minds in me, six three times baby
Hands be tied, save me got nine lives maybe
Eight, lost count, no face, no mouth
I'm a clone now in space can't
my jeans
Bout to blow em back to back takin two to the dome
Home grown hydroponic always want to get blown
Stay stoned at home
Drop a flow rock
nameless
Only With my thumbprint could I sign into my own stasis
We in the matrix and won't nobody say shit
We can rock baby let me roll
Tryna lift you high
Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I
sure that their lives don't get abused up
Never be afraid to try some new stuff
Try it on, if it fits well, then it suits ya
Rock that like it was Taylor
tonight...
Verse 2:
Don't take this personal
In kind regards
I like to show off
So dance, dance with me
Its tells me (how you gonna rock my body)
I'm gettin'
whole f***in' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
[Chorus: x 2]
[Sheek Luchion]
Yo, yo, yo
I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack
One pair
they on me she jumped right in
The mood I stood by the
Deep end then jumped right in the
Pool I can still pull
To the trenches day n night with the
Crew
alladin
2k bout the money
I’m bringing the bag in
I’ll teach you a lesson
By casually bragging
I got up and did what I said I would do
Drake and the weekend
back
Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat
I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk
Got R2D2 and Mork from
the mackin
Crew in da boat, don't fuck with the faction
Forty or better, ya girl on a wetter
Not a v-ball, but I'm on da main setter
Won't see me on papers,
show the crooks
Step on your block and the food ain't shit
Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit
All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit
Your
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