Lyrics:
he can't stop me from having daydreams
Tongue'n you down with uh, vanilla ice cream
Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
Searching you body with
Love me love you, love is the way to (So what you gonna take him to?)
Help me help you (So what you gonna make him do?)
Why must we be so cool? (So
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
yet, ask someone who ought to know
Not so very long ago we were both hung out to dry
It ain't over yet, you can mark my word
I don't care what you
everyone
We're grown up
We're taking it on
All you people try holdin' on
Come with us
We'll take over the world
We're gonna own it
Make it like we
son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin
We goin' grab the mics
dough
I got a, fresh connect a Betty bubble up out the pirate
Ask yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make
from a third world country
Got nothing upon me
You ain't walking in my shoes
No I won't stop gotta make it to the top
Hell no I won't stop
Aiming
Got to bring it home
We got to bring it home
See his campaign run by the power funds
And makin' all the deals he can
Isn't it funny what greed
We're bad boys and that's just how it is
Don't give a fuck what you think
So bitch stop making a scene
(hahahaha)
You know what the fuck is up
It's
hate the thought of war
They'd rather kill them off by peaceful means
Stop calling it aggression
Ooh, we hate that expression!
We only want
kush, nigga, don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Nah, that weed
think we know what life do, make want to mold the cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
changes things
The mob gets to decide what we can and we can’t sing
So “Baby it’s cold outside” just had to go
To make room for Cardi B singing WAP-OH NO!
gave the world, dab fever check
My receipt is thousand dollar sneakers
Stop and get a play from cheetah
Quavo Derek Jeter, keep a street sweeper
I'm
Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics
Call a truce, world peace, stop acting like savages
No war, we should take time and think
The bombs and tanks makes mankind
this doe
And with a few good heaters
We can make some more
You only get something hot when
You face the mob
Probably blow a whole job with Escobar
From
callin' me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
You and me
Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I can hear 'em callin'
kush, nigga, don't be worried 'bout us
Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down
I say, "Ain't no music on" she said, "Nah, that weed
blank, head hanging off his tank top
Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (skrrt)
Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas
Certain things we ain't
Save
Save
Save
How can we
Mend the gap
Between the pro's and cons
Of policy
That we expect
Given by the dons
And we should try
To be in front
my phone now
Yea i got what you needing
You want weed lean or molly
Nigga i can sell a dream (yea)
Money make the world go around
So im all about
bed, he don't care if we're dead or alive
Three satin pillows are under his head, while we's begging for bread to survive
Joe, you can stop counting
Biggs, Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up,
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