Lyrics:
Oh!
Well, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head was the event of the season
Why in crowds
Excuse me Mr. Cadillac
I heard you beat the devil
Shooting angles
Drawing chalk outlines
Downtown by the laundromat
Said you left him shaking
Made
of glass blown by the queen of beads
And she tells me all of my problems while she satisfies my needs
Solemn and inspired I fall down and feel so free
In
a revolver
My sex is a killer
Do you wanna die happy?
Do you wanna die happy?
I let it bang, bang
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
A bad girl
I
done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I, yeah
It's
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
She just wanna party and I just wanna parlay
Hello Mrs. Dolly, I got something for your body
She gon' Google music, ain't nobody stupid
Maryland,
Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to (Oh!)
Do you in my Benz truck
Then he call your friends up
Yea I put it on her
She won't even bring
Payday (measures and Breaks)
By Credits (Boz Scaggs/David Faich)
Hey you steppin' on my head
Why you gotta throw rocks in my bed
Mr. Shoeshine,
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
1 2 1 2 3 4
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was
She say like the Royce and I'm like, "Which one?
I got two, hun," look (let's go)
Catch me in my other, other, other, other crib, that's my AKA
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make
want to make her scream my name
I like the girls that don't say, "what?," know that she fine
Always knows her line, because she knows she's a dime
Put
run into her flowers
Disappear with magic powers
She'd come out to say, "Hi, Alec!"
She never said my name right
But she probably couldn't hear
Years
his ass Scoomed, Mr. Check him off the list
Who I am
Blow a check up on a bitch
Remember I was down bad, but now this check all on my wrist
I just want
Follow me down
Follow me down
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes, ooh
My mama told me
My lil' sister too
"Women down the street, sonny
Gonna be
this pretty big one, I really said she was going too fast
And then I turn my sirens on and pulled her over
I'm not surprised by the questions she acts
Saaaawcccyy
KK47, rapid fire, with my bars
I'm the bomb, Al Shabaab
Bar for Bar, Alcatraz
If I need to, then I'm staunching in this verse, with my
Some static started in the pool hall
Hit a motherfucker's face with the cue ball
Then I met this girl she tried to gank me
So I smacked her in
body down to the ground
Gotta holla' to my fellas who be hangin' by the
Bathroom door
Waitin' for the honeys dance in the dance floor
Push up
(Jai Beats on the track, boy)
(Young Producers)
I asked my ex why she lied to me
She told me, "Unfoonk, why you play me?"
I told that bitch,
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
That's why my ex, my ex, and ain't no Mrs
The way she acting right now
I should have pimped her
Throwing shots of liquor on my liver my nigga
Even my
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