Lyrics:
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Damn sure ain't in my closet, or under my rug
This love search is really making me bug
And if you know who you are, why don't you make yourself seen?
And the more time you promised
The less you were honest in the things you do
The things you do
Hoping that this love ain't over
Oh, 'cause I'm tripping
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
hurts so bad (I don't wanna say goodbye)
And I'm sorry, you're the best I had (don't wanna say goodbye, bye-bye, bye-bye)
There's no one in this world
ho?
No you might offend some women.
So basically we can't sing anything?
I think that a bunch of bull biiiip.
Softer George it's more effective.
when she had a purse
Yeah-yeah-yeah, she know I'm the truth, places I'm in first
No-no-no, I don't want you bitches, y'all basic and thirsty
Now I done lost the houses the kids and the dogs
Now I'm sleeping in my momma's house
And even she says, your sorry ass don't deserve no help
Must be
That's if you like a man, he kinda tight though
I don't give a damn, I'm tryin' to get you right though
Got vibes retired like David Rob
Heartthrob
real with you beyoncé
I was hurt! I went down seven
Years on behalf of your hey
Nigga, don’t throw no shit while I’m talking!
I am putting my career, my
her
Sorry, Portia, but what's Ellen DeGeneres
Have that I don't? Are you telling me tenderness?
Well, I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
real with you
Beyoncé, I was hurt i went down seven
Years, on behalf of yo Ayy nigga
Don't throw no shit when I'm talking
I am putting my career, my
on dubs, twenty-four seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies
Love to floss, no secret
gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you
love you so much
Oh baby (cry)
This is the last time (I promise you)
You don't ever have to cry (you won't ever have to cry no more)
We are
questions you don't wanna know
I wonder if I'm here just so I'm not alone
It's painful but I might as well say sorry
I surrender, let me go
I don't have
love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose
Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold
he rap man
He be rappin like Mike Tyson or somethin you know what im sayin
He dont move his mouth
(mumbling)
Open your mouth
(more mumbling)
Ill
I'm dying
The shit so raw, nothing else can get me higher
Only time you see me's when I'm balling with my niggas
'Cause my life too private, my ride
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
to me
I don't care babe who's right or wrong
I just don't love you no more
Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, you're gone, my fault, I'm sorry
wanna ride no more)
I don't wanna ride no more, I don't wanna ride no more, no more
Mumble rap, Percocet, Oxycodone
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