Lyrics:
thing for me in this fucked up world
And do you believe in love?
Hold on tight when demons come
It'll be alright, no need to run
Stay with me tonight,
attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals
So come on baby, get in
Get in, just get in
Check out the trouble we're in
You're beside me
date I state "You know what you do to me"
She starts off, "Well I don't usually"
Then I, whip it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
she'll stick by me, yeah
Oh no, here comes a Great Dane (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine)
Drivin' down the lane (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine)
Quiche, Quiche,
act wild, very low key on the profile
Catchin' feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Herb's the word, spin's the verbs
Lovers, it curves, so
I meant to come back to put out bliss
But the style's crumbling, covered, canned
It was sick and no you don't even know how it comes
And sifts
man fucks ya
No it ain't the same
But you still call my name
You still call my name
Call my, call my
Yeah
Call me
When you need a real nigga call me
it
Don't you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Wasted
Watch me how I shake it
Don't you wanna taste it
Taste it
My butterscotch,
You actin' like you can't make no time for me
So I'm puttin' down this receiver
Cause if you don't know by now just how much I need ya
Then you
out
There ain't no way out
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out
Won't somebody tell me how to get out of this place?!
Then
got a call in Alabama said come on home to Louisiana
And come as fast as you can fly
'Cause your mama really needs you, and says she's gotta see you
And when it do you better be ready for em
The key to the streets alicia ain't even ready for me
In Miami with heat im tryna go & slide on all of em
Cubans
thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
How could you call yourself
They call it vanity because I'd rather be
All by myself instead of
Laughing with the crowd
If I don't care to be part of their gaiety
They often say
hold me please
And I'd beg and I'd plead, drop to knees
And I'd cry and I'd scream, "Baby, please don't leave"
Snatch the keys from your hand
I would
we both of those, this how I feel
If you don't want a part of me, it's no big deal
But ma, I'm not here to game you, babe, I'm going on vibes
thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
How could you call yourself
and high
All the notes come out so sweet and high
Would you like to learn to love? Well, that's somethin' else again
I can show you how to sing and how
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
Welcome, my friends, to Paris.
Here, have a flower on me.
Forget where you're from.
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll show you that French
key and keep it OG
And don't try to burn rubber on me, uh, uh
I loved your movies, you're awesome Snoop
Can I get a flicc witchu?
I buy your records,
lies)
Girl you hurt my pride (you hurt my pride)
You know you gotta give me them keys (give me them keys)
Come back inside (come back inside)
Uh, it
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