Lyrics:
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Got a freak em dress on, them newbies on her feet
And them bottles with the sparkles
So the other girls can see that she's
Hey, I wanna get with you
at all
I wish my hands were yours
As I lay your keys on a magazine
Take me to LaGuardia
My baby's gonna pay for me
Bottle from the duty-free
I'll
A man and a woman come together as strangers
When they part they're
Usually strangers still
It's like a practical joke played
On us by our maker
Cogs turn on themselves
Pistons go back and forth
Mechanisms shake the bells
There's no place for sloth
Chainsaws cut down the trees
Printers are
knock the truth if you open your mouth
Judge a book by it's cover, was hard made it soft
Infinity vision for competition, spin a bang on ceilin'
hard playing for an empty room
While it is a Tuesday, that should be no excuse
Hard working people are dying to let loose
I turn the lows high with
brighter
I said "turn it up" J'll take it higher
One day, I noticed he was tired quick
That's when I found out, JD was real sick
Things got worse before they
the fire
Just keep me always, in your wallet
I'd live forever inside your purse
Down at the bottom by the bottle
That takes things from bad to worse
And if
forced game"
Snorta, snorta make an offer "no prob' I could cook it for ya"
Mi casa su casa partna "my partnas get stupid guallas"
Retail shops and beauty
you can get loose
Get loose, get loose
[Chorus]
Hey shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really want to show me that you
Chopper bullets hit your body like they Warren Sapp
Clap a nigga just for talkin' on that slick shit
Drive by a lil' nigga, get your wig flipped
I
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike wanna turn
a cheap wine, first love on a tailgate
A summer night in July, bottle rocket flying high
Fire poppin', body rockin', droppin' under the moonlight.
My
recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the place
are-are-are-Rocket like a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly
I can see another tide turn
I can see all the bridges burn
Falling off but can it get worse?
I'll reach out to you first
An another tide turns
Can it
rockets
You shoulda knew what it do when I
Ordered up a hunnid bottles in the club
Say blasé, blasé
Whippin Maserati out here
Blasé, blasé, blasé
Miss me
voice, and I have to turn away
Oh, what covet is to ache, is what aching is to me
For the arms of a man who knows who I am and where I need to be
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
go so hard I could make it melt
I mean the flow so solar every bar
Could power an electric car
My, my, my, whips is side-by-side
He just talkin',
To put your.
Nose in.
Shit was frozen.
For years.
Now.
It’s unfrozen.
By my peers.
Going back.
To your childhood.
It might.
Give you tears.
All that
can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
fighting about
Turns me into a monster
We're no good for each other
Lying in bed, miles apart
We're side by side and alone in the dark
There's no
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