Lyrics:
answers any prayer
When you cryin' at night in your room shakin' scared
Askin for protection over all the 1s you love
When the good die young you realize
it all behind
Movin' too fast we slow (moving too fast)
With you, than be alone
I runaway
So you take control
Over my feelings, my mind
You got no
up, come on (whoa)
She's shakin' her ass and her tatas, yeah, she all in my eyesight
Every time I'm walkin' outside, with a big stick in my ride
Keep me dizzy, spinning circles around my head
Believe me that it's worth the rush,
Til we collide, with heavy hearts and open minds
I'm all by
you with, tell me what's the deal?
Shit, out of ten, baby, I give you twelve
Look baby, you been all up on my mind
Come over here and arch that back,
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
Money over, bitches, streetcodes that I live by Man, I gotta stay fly I gotta have the finest things in this ratchet line King D and Yeppa King and myself
Back before everything changed
Before the days
Back-breakin’
Shack-shakin’
Brand-spankin’ with the track makin’
Where I'm from it seems they fact-hatin’
hustle, she's out of sight
Us lads blow a puff, amazement all around
Shakin' our heads, our feet back on the ground
Raw attraction, now it's gone
Memories
she bent over I seen her thong had a playboy bunny
I'm like look here hunny I'm in to
Crow & all that shit I was standin out here watchin you shoppin
Seen niggas lose it all over greed
I seen 'em lose it all over greed (yeah)
This for my niggas in the hallway
This for my niggas on the Broadway
This
and you ain’t the same since
Why you always sad sleepin in the basement bitch
Now your 16, and happy and over it
And you no longer want to sit
By February
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born.
Blah Blah
Suckin my tip
And it's on
Slob Slob
If you
Not talkin
Money then bitch
By by
Hittin the duty and me don't stop
Shakin my hips
My ass
Movin
the party
Some come and spend all ya money
Back over here where them asses be shakin
Bottles up getting krunk
Saying words like jamaicans
Bomboclaat in de
one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each
Smart Water
Two grams of molly got my mouth sour
Like a warhead I want more head
You can tell it’s good by
Her right leg keep shakin'
Trying to get fucked
Here to tell you this is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me
bathe in the wake to baptize your crew
When I'm down by the river, bangin' from Sydney
Hand on my outboard fangin' my dinghy
Streams run free, all over
pulls the wool over your eyes, and move
I watch streets, the 45s in the skies, and be
Whatever y'all call that, that bridges the gap
And in
muthafuckin house now
Shakin and bakin, I'm stopin cause I'm gonna break it down
Now here I come, and I'm a come and I'm a never quit
So all you niggas can suck
to tell; he masquerades as an angel of light
Shakin' our heads 'cause gangs kill over red and blue
But the entire country's divided between red and blue
matter what I did she just wanna be friends
And the stupid thing is
If I could go back I'd do it all over again
Stuck here in a cage and the walls are
little bit of right in the wrong, I taste ya
Just dodging hatred and decisions
I been fucked over by y’all, your incisions
You’re doing surgery to me like
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