Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I get these suspicions
Even though I know that you love me baby
And I really shouldn't feel this way
Oh Suspicions
I can't help it you're just
can't tell you (Girl) just what to expect (Some times I don't know myself)
(Whoa, the joy you give is the pleasure you get)
Won't you come into this
man
And for the poor you may be sure
That he'll do all he can
Who is this one?
Whose favorite son?
Just by his action has the traction
Magnets
of day (dance with me)
(Talk to me, boy) no disrespect, I don't mean no harm
(Talk to me, boy) but I can't wait to have you in my arms
(Talk to me,
on doe, I can't Kris Kross
Come here bae, nah, come get you da real, that shit his loss
He say he a dog, fuck wit me, I take his paw
Never take the stand,
seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
Baby when I met you there was peace unknown
I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb
I was soft inside
There was something going on
You do
matter what you do
All I want to do is take care of you
Everything I have in my life, I'll share with you
This soul of mine has been possessed by you
the things we can't afford
People all around us with their noses in the air
They walk right on by us just like we're not even there
But I got you and you
turned into songs and I’m typing them in
To my notes all the bars taking storage in my phone
And I’m feeling so good With this music I’m at home
All
ain't cotton soft
Sleeping on me
Nodding off
How dare you treat me like I ain't the boss
City jumping like Kris Kross
Barking loud I'm the big dawg
Making
new round
Three three each hook
Shot get knocked down
Every day I'm grateful I'm in my matrix
No games with me I break rules
Dog in each pound
Got this
they know
Their fingerprints are hidden by control
This is where the line is drawn, see
You can't take my soul away from me
What do you need
Yeah man, yo Marla what's up
Yeah, Inebriated Beats, big up Boston, the whole Boston
Edo.G what's up man? I got you
We gon' bounce this now, can I
They be hatin', I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon' get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie
askin' for Buddha, you a Budapest (ayy)
If they don't play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can't impeach Ye
world go round
I come alive with you by my side
I can't get close enough
Whenever I feel your touch
Nothing lights up my sky
Like watching you shine
on a Billboard
I’ll do dinner with Rick Ross
I’ll be dressin’ like Kris Kross
I will never ever sing song again
Retards! You won’t be gettin’ my sick bars
You
(Ight bro now how dose that even work bro, shut the fuck up bro)
Got me pissed off
Blicky make him dance in this bitch like it's kris kross
Ay, me
he said I was missin'
Snuck through the back door, it was like "Yeah, I can get with this"
A whole bunch of cuties surrounded by a bunch of moles
like Jim Jones
You cannot come in my zone
Woah
Dior boys in Paris
Chilling with Kris Van Assche
White model bitch with ass
Let a Groovy nigga in
Listen
Imma say this one time & one time only
I'm tired of you motherfuckers thinkin you know me
Go head judge a book by its cover and miss the whole
snakes in the grass so I'mma cut this shit (Flocka)
All these girls want is cash so I can't trust a bitch (No)
12, pull up, run fast, can't go to jail
For them days Ian have a penny
I hope Jesus come and get me
Cause my soul been feelin' envy
Now we're pullin' up with Semis
And you know I'm bringin'
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