Lyrics:
this behind to be with someone else, oh
Why should I fake it anymore?
If I firm the ting and work that, can you take it anymore?
This time I have left
Dry, me ah desert him
No time to have you lurking
Him ah go act like he nuh like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest
Nuh body touch me you nuh
can to dodge the bus-stop blues
Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse
My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
So meet her by the sugar
brand new
And we can work it like it's 9 to 5
The stars are out tonight
Let's make a toast to you and I
Ooh, baby
Good times and happy days
Are
(whoa), zen the fuck out (yeah)
Big dog plays (big), the payoffs in route (swerve)
Laid across the couch (whoa), I'm zen the fuck out (it's lit)
Signal
It's Russ the Rush on Fridays
Giving you ballistics on WRMS
Yo, I got a song cause hydraulics
You want the whole take? I said hold there, ha, ha,
hides hangin' by the dozen,
Even got a little bitty muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun,
Tomorrow Poppa's gone turn em into money
, ain't it sweet sweet?
Gotta lotta work to do
Taste it, ain't it sweet sweet?
Gotta lotta work to do
Nothing can stop us whatever's in our way
We
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once ya
drop a dime, right?
If my motherfucking time right
Thugging out in hindsight
Yeah, it's going down, right?
Ballin', swish, swish
Diamonds glist',
sometime soon)
We could just hang out like we used to
It's late and I should go,
But I can't hang up the phone
Until I tell you what I don't tell you
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
(yes I am)
Whatever it takes to make this thing work we gonna
Whatever it takes to make this thing work we gonna
There's a spy by my window (yup)
Like I never had it at all, a-a-a-all (oh woah)
Big ass bottles, big ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin' on a budget
Me and my people do it
land to the big corporations
What you gonna do when they get it all
He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw
Turned down sold out, put out
Things could work out baby
We go `round mmm
Only once
Don`t waste you time not having fun
You should live your life, its all you got
Like its always
West west yall
William Holla with the S yall yall
Know what time it is
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es"
DJ Clue beyotch! Kurupt!
I fall
more
And it seems like time's moving fast
How can we make it last?
Make it last now (make it last some how)
As we keep on dancing
I am hypnotized
and the time is right
For racing in the street
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast state
When the strip shuts down we run 'em
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore
that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars
the meaning of life?
(In my lifetime)
I like the bass with the ass, splashin' cold cash (uh)
The Big Willie get you chilly when I pass
Is it just
boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian
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