Lyrics:
missin'
I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishin' for shoes
Fuck them stupid Pumas, bitch, it's all about them new edition Troops
big out in public
'Cause if you don't do it big, bitch, you ain't doin' nothin' (haha)
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit
wanna work it out (hey)
Turn around, don't talk, sh, hush your mouth
Show me somethin', show me somethin'
Shut up and dance, uh
Shut up and dance,
I'mma do whatever I gotta do
This is the come up
One day you gon' make it out the struggle
Don't you worried now, no now, yeah
My brothers and my
house ya
Posted out in front of your crib just like a scalper
[Chorus]
Every time pick up the mic, I put work down
Cops don't like me cause I live
to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I'm
this DJ who was mixin'
I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the The Wizard
You ain't have a f- clue what you was missin'
I'd zone out with
chew it up and spit it out
Blah blah blah blah blah
Can't hear you nigga spit it out
I don't have an ounce or cup of water for you in a drought
The rap
ask a nigga for his number like we do y'all?
I'll tell you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones who's bad, they ain't even gotta work
That's
to share
But it never seems to work out
And all we seem to share
Is doubt and misery
I just want to build up
A solid bond in your heart heart
When
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of divine
I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
shit
Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she
Dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a
Fuck if you have kids?
Man don't do it
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
starving
How can I not make this music for dealers and
Killers and niggas who out there be robbing
Gotta get this gwap set down that block scrape them pots
him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer
fitted up with deadline
And don't let me hit the wetbomb
So watcha want to do?
The red, white and blue, I got some for you too
Cause it gonna be on when
by your side)
Sometimes I don't know what to do (X, dry your eyes)
But I know what I gotta do (it'll be alright)
You keep givin' me the word,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok, ok, ok, ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
'cause time flies, don't it?
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Nice cars, livin' like a star club
that shit In Cash
Cool it now
Cool it down
Oh you gotta cool it down (Aye)
Slow it down Bae
Cause we gotta work it out (Aye )
We gotta work it out
Yeah
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