Lyrics:
back like Ed Lover, "Come on, son"
She's on my Johnson, she brings my name up constant
Your boys are like, "She's fuckin' with dude, she wants some"
holla at your boy
You can spend the night, we at the Elroy
Doing things that we shouldn't, couldn't
Girl you got that good chocolate pudding
The best
thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Copped them 28-inch Birdmans, mami (check out me)
With fine brown
thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Copped them 28-inch Birdmans, mami (check out me)
With fine brown
niggas be going all out
So I don't go dumb 'cause the gun might fall out
Trust me dog I'm the nigga you shouldn't call out
I'm looking at your teeth
Boy, you better go eat some soup with your mama 'nem
And my mind is on another continent
I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
I don't parkin' lot
an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out,
I'll serve you
a crowd
Walk up to your girl and pull my genitals out
Then she gets on her knees and blows the head with the crown
I'm in my zone, bitch I'm always in my
that I'm done with this song that I figure out
What's gonna make you fall in love?
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart
said, "who you telling, girl? I know that"
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (ooh, yeah)
Girl, I see your (shadow move)
Ooh, you're so divine
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
that gimme that cash
Changing fast boy changing fast
Girl changing fast this world is aiming at
You better go with the grain, change or lash
Out with
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
A little shorty gettin and try to have ya hurtin and thumpin
They be like he small girl he workin with something
Lil' Wayne on fire I'll smash on your
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
We Like Dem Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls
[Master P]
I'm country mayne, I'll punch ya brain
I'll roll with the boys that'll pluck ya mayne
You get money,
flies
When I wake up with you
When the lights go out
At the tennis courts by your Moms' house
I'll be there skating around
Looking out the holes in
Late in the evening
Out in the square
A man in a raincoat
Standing there
It's October 17th
It's is me, B, with my heart taking the form of grief
I'm
she'd always be mine
But now I'm a loner, I don't like being by myself
The kind of love I'm looking for I can't find with nobody else
Boy don't take your
eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out)
I'll fuck your wife, I had sex since I met her
Too busy
what a way to write
Lot of girls that would prolly love to stay the night
The name's JCK boy, get it right
But I'm still Jack
Still back with a new set
can you do?
The playable unstopable ICP
Boy you can't fade me
Your game is too tuff is what you say
ICP stands for I Can Play
Any game set up by a barn
a special night" (ooh, ayy)
I said, "Who you telling, girl? I know that"
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (ooh, yeah)
Girl, I see your (shadow
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