Lyrics:
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Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
You ain't stimulated, you manipulated by a hater
And he hate it when you rehabilitated
If smoke is the evidence, you takin' His benevolent gift
water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
Everything gon' be alright
Baby girl I'm by your side, dry your eyes
[Mary J. Blige]
Let's talk this over
the city with the G-block stainers
And we got adopted by some fifth ward strangers
You know what it means when I twist these fingers
Me and you been
that's tryin' to tell me something
Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it
I don't know, I doubt it
Subterranean by design
I wonder what I would find if
ready, oh
I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around by 3:30
Usually you're done one, so baby when I wake you up
Just let me rock, sex you back
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
know that we did
I hope they acknowledge the knowledge cause yeah, they 'gon need it
Cause when my parents tried to tell me, I just wouldn't receive it
I got some shit for you to come and get
I'm at the St. Regis up on Briar Oaks
Hit me when you done your shift
Woo, I see you doin' well, baby
Oh,
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?
And you and I gon' be fine
Everything will be alright
Baby boy, let me drive
Try to enjoy the ride
And when you see clouds
Cover your skies
Be
enthused (uh)
It's nothin' you can do to me, only Zemunda me
I got immunity (yeah, yeah)
They say family first
When a king take advice from his queen,
these niggas
You don't need another case
Let me murk these niggas
Fuck around and lose a
Loved one 'bout Khaled
Connections with the Arabs
Ross cartel
always here
Especially when you're feeling low
Let the money dry your tears
Put you in that winter fur coat
I got you gifts by the Christmas tree
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby (sweet fantasy)
When I close my eyes, you come and you take me (you're my fantasy)
So deep in my daydreams (sweet fantasy)
Before you sign me up, get the scene right
And I just hop in the Phantom when I'm feelin' nice
'Cause drivin' slow in the Lamb', it doesn't seem right
Ay baby look here, this new song I wrote
It's got that nice groove that everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind me of me and you
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
Boosting up our tolerance
With Over Dose On Confidence
Music has me hype
So there's no need for the compliments
See you've been acknowledging
That
girl, yeah yeah yeah
You can tell, you can tell, she's an out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you feeling me, let me know, we gon' ride
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
let a girl be down and come kick it with me
No time to play around, 'cause I'm for real, baby (yeah-yeah)
I'm feelin' everything you do
You know that
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