Lyrics:
on dance on the floor in the round, baby
[Bridge]
People always told me be careful what you do
Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
She came
might be the trump of the game,
If you come back round with a gun at your head, I'm sure the view will never be the same.
I heard something that you
The rich boys get the girls
Playin' "Mr. Romeo"
They think they own the world
Breakdown you can lose control
They don't think nothin' of you
Not unless
didn't know at first I learned by doing twice
But still they come to haunt me still they want their say
So I learn to dance with my hands in my pants
pray
Ain't no church in the wild
For a nigga like me
In the game so foul in a world full of sin
Where the love flow thin
And the pain run deep
Cause
bitch is bad, she get you perfect picture, Mona Lisa
Dope stepped on like sneakers
2 chains on like Tity Boi, You know clip on my Ditty boy
Drop the top,
Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
I only want, oh, look
I only want new edition, VVS diamonds, I flood out my
cuz we all flip
My boys pull out big knots cuz we all rich
My boys pull out big Glocks get you all hit
My boys givin' them shots like they all sick
to a trophy
I done balled with rings like Kobe
Never send a tweet with emotions, uh
She heard I sip lean, she got emotional
Codeine got my heart like opium
of the world on my shoulders
Pray that heaven do something about it
The chick that I'm lovin'
Wondering who is she fuckin'
The friends I got 'round me
back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
on the door
Ayesha’s had a million names by now
There’s a few that I’ve heard before
She’s the brawn I’m the brains
Never took us long to know where we had
And I started from the bottom
Like a snowman, ground-up
Like round chuck, and still put hands on you
Stayin' wound up is how I spend time (get
I was lured by the rocking horse
Sweets and the bualadh bos
Fifty wild boys to a room
Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon
Black
Uh, yeah, the boy Extra
We right back at it like we left somethin' knaw'mean?
It's the R-O-C, since 9-6, you know we get busy
Got the young lady
[Intro - Layzie & Felecia]
[Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops,
cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here
[Fel] One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots
take you on another round
Told her save my number under "Big Dipper"
Got her wishin' on a star
Save my number under "Big Tipper"
Got her blowin'
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
Money on my mind so these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short bread, girl with that magic cake
Plus
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
the world in a day, off in LA
Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay
Everybody hifey, the South really like me
Ill Bill got it where the East Coast
(Woooh)
Hit after hit after hit after hit that’s
A thing you don't know about
They hitting my phone no pun is intended
Like boy just show me how
I do this
goin' bye-bye
Used to come through, hit it, pull off like a drive-by
Then she got that pool on her, so I know her new guy
Nigga had to tie the knot,
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