Lyrics:
loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
I ain't going for the floof, getting head
I got what you want, I got what you need
You ain't gotta hit the store, here goes the remedy
I got a Alicia on the phone for another key
We like
the hot
I'm a flow from the soul when you can't hold me back
Ke-ke-keep on keep on rolling the track
I'm a simply simply always attach
Jeepney Music by
remixing for me
Yeah she cooking for me
All this money for me
Her name is Alicia, her boss got the key
All this money on me, I feel like Floyd
(too much
they got the same knees
4800 you could meet Alicia Keys
Rappers finessing
Never be real as they seem
And bih we stressing
You know how it is with me
these
Kinda beats, so funky make your fingers pop
If you can't find a sample you ain't got
Not one damn thing for a nigga to ride to
But I been gettin
(that ain't gangsta)
You'd call me an animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk
Hopeless in the moment
I free fall straight into you
I don't know if I could fight
What you do in my mind
More and more, I collide
With you
It's
know I got the content
I don't wanna make you nervous
But it ain't like it used to be
We got a lotta people watchin'
You told me that you don't want
you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No
that kush, and you a ****in ???
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint
ice cream and turn you into sherbert
I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff"
I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr you
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
'round me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
the railroad tracks
I got a table for two, way in the back
Where I sit alone and I think of losing you
I spend most every night
Beneath the light of a neon
and he still got grip like this
And got kids with a super hot bitch like this
You spendin' time tryna get like this
I wrote a script like this, I
Alicia Keys, but I learned my lesson
Just call me Danny cause I keep the Smith & Wesson
Take me for granted, then you might just lose your blessing
I got
Now if I turn it up, shorty if you got a Dutch then we can burn it up
I ain't the type that need to drink to get his courage up
Half y'all niggas get
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Got the game back and I ain't never lettin' go
I'm the prince of the city
I studied Machiavelli
You
(Yeah)
I hop on tracks like a kangaroo
And say a few things or two to anger you
But fuck that, if I think that shit, I'ma say that shit
Cancel me,
The track is crazy but I'm spittin ??low on a piano note??
You must be crazy, if you rhymin' wit me
Think I'm datin' Alicia the way I'm ruff rydin' these keys
the smell, to see is it wet enough (see is it wet)
Ain't got a key, she come to the room
I tell the front desk to let her up (ooh)
She five away, I'm hot
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