Lyrics:
the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
niggas get tribal
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by Five-0
Grandmama came to court with her bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now
And you can kick me, kick me to the curb
It's okay, babe, I promise that I felt worse
Back then I was starry eyed
And now I'm so cynical
Baby, break me,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get gone, walk it out (now walk it out, think about it, ah, snap)
Now rock, rock, rock, rock
You can do it all by yo'
You're here today and gone tomorrow
Leavin' this heart of mine in sorrow
Now you come around every now and then
Long enough to hurt me, and then you're
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our
and sigh
Wishing that I were near, then
Maybe you'll ask me to come back again
And maybe I'll say maybe
Maybe
(Maybe every now an' then, maybe)
There are voices by my pillow, they remind me when to rise
And they tell me if my morning's under grey or sunny skies
And then they dedicate
important then,
And she dreamed that every time that she performed
Everyone would cry for more,
That all she had to do was step into the light,
a million times every time I'd try.
What am I gonna do now?
Well, I don't know how
Girls started asking
Whatcha gonna do now?
Well, I was a gettin' sweet
designer
Custom Louis V torso
Pop my collar nigga wipe me down
Got it from the bottom now I fly around
Bitch I'm out here, had to get it in
Tell her go
all out of Eden,
Wearing designer fig leaves by Louis Vuitton
Make-believing
But God sees through my foolish pride,
And how I'm weak like Adam, another
Thirteen miles down the road
Lives a young boy
He's got jet-black hair
And blue-green eyes
And he's mine
And every now and then
He and I will sit
Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin' goin' down
this shit?
Every nigga tryna get rich
Every rapper tryna get rich
And every rapper always rap about
Fucking somebody else bitch
Remind me again why we in
Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin' goin' down
all in the game, woman please let me explain
Then I know you will be mine
Everyday I pray
To have you and to hold
Now that you are here by my side
Fuck that, in his face, dawg
Fuque, hit the weed
You got all that shit? Yeah
Uh, uh, I got Young Money up
And now I got my feet up
Tune in
foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene -
first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
gossip's worth its weight in gold . . .
What
It's really coming down outside
Every now and then a rumble of thunder roars across the sky
But the way you crawling into my seat
I can tell
just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis
Every stadium that I go, when will they change?
Stuck in the game like a dumb nigga
a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down
feel sad
All this drive-by love got me
Crazy like a drug
I wear my red lipstick, got my make-up on
I'm Miss America, now I'm gone, baby, gone
I wear my
said "Wait awhile"
I got a feeling, ahh, that you are something special
And now we're together and the world just passes us by
Yet every little thing
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