Lyrics:
Bra is on the Floor
Panties on the ceiling
Girl I got a feeling
You don't know who you dealing with
Im the nigga that be killing it
Killing it
I got
seja nima banbe
(you’re m*d)
Shey wyning niyen ni
She told me she wanna go to kalakuta
No be by bus but na by helicopter
Iwo omo iya silifa tonta
Listen
No doubt you soo cute
I pass you the ball but refused to go through
I feel like Suarez I wanna bite you
If you don't gimme your love baby girl
a line
You made it clear you wasn't just another My Space mistress.
I didn't take it personal when you ignored my request to be your friend
I spilled
undressed in the bra all see-through (what?)
Why you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you? (uh huh)
The only one thing I wanna do is freak you
Keep
[Originally by Dinah Washington]
If you wanna have fun come home with me
You can stay all night and play with my TV
TV is the thing this year, this
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
the border on a boat
I just want to cast away with Tom Hanks
The worlds gonna end one day
And I don't want to be around you lot
I'd rather be on my own in
my DJ
In life, sharp as a knife
Man I miss Bob, I miss you Ted
What else can be said
Wish I was dead
But that’s no good luck
Sour like a jelly filled,
'm forever green
If you wanna know the game
It's love that keeps me sane
Never keeping in check
No frame
Break the seam, make a scene
I suggest you keep your
willin'
To level with me I'm rippin' through rebels
And many chicks, it's inevitable I'm kickin'
The illest shit ever witnessed
You better be on your
wack and new MC's sound silly
I hate to criticize, I have a problem
In this school wack rappers I'll solve them
They wanna be like Ultra on the jizock
bussin' just because!
Fuck it, let it be known that I'm too old to fit
Into these shoes of your daddy issues (Oh)
In conclusion
You wanna stop your kids
The one that I really want
Ain't even in this club
The collar is diamond studded but
(fleas)? got love (got love)
And I don't wanna be my?
But so many want
but I run with the boys
Wanna be soldiers
You treat us like toys
It's not our fault at the end of the day
It all goes wrong when we do it your way
Ask
us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s burgers
Now why they wanna act like that
Like a boss nigga ain’t up next
Got
Uh
Mic check nigga
Wat it be like
Staring at my booty
I'm giving niggas the green light
Only wanna fuck him
If all of them niggas cream right
couch potatoe
Sit around like a fixed tom-cat
Watchin' sponge bob and gettin' fat
You used to be my only wish
Now you've been replaced by a satellite dish
or your old bars
Listen and learn
I predicted I would be a big
MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third
-T-Y, before we all die
But you don't listen, you don't understand
Still kicking the bullshit, tryin' to be the man
Why you wanna go and do your own peace
the fatty?
How you in the hood with your jewels and no ratch-y? (Ah)
Anybody say that they ill, I surpass thee
We run the streets and jail, we some athletes
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
Look, look
Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say, and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich (ah)
Tuck my fifth, don't
I wanna grow old
With my mind and my soul right
I don’t wanna be caught up in the limelight
Grind tight
Ever since I started
Since my only
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