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think you blew your big chance
You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance
Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy
Plus I'm pushin a Porsche
Or is this the way it ends?
'Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you could bring down my level of concern
like a Rap Star
In the club, in the house, or the backyard (Yay-yay!)
You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's
And we get lap-dance from
OnlyFans
Makin' every nigga feel like they ya only mans
You say you don't strip on there, you just only dance
You tell me this the same shit that you
by
Just thinking of her having you
I'm haunted by this scene
Is that stuck in your head too
That she sat right in your car
Oh I bet that now is smells
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
(Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)
Who is always by your side
(By your side, by your side)
To your union and the hope that you provide
(You provide, you
I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that ass, baby
Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi then go pull up
Maybe if I had another chance, I would give another chance to you
Ooh, If I make another wish, I'll wish for a wish for you (for you)
Ay, one, two
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
'Cause I'm bringin you the ill rendition
I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S
Gotta a lot of rhythm and style and finesse
Come here love, hot sex
Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob
For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job
Now it's a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you
like it's gettin' cold
T-Raw got that flame doe
She want burgers in Burdeos, I give her that 'cus she's mine doe
In this game you gotta find hoe
I'm
and one to turn ?
triple beans in nipple rings
this thins is fantasy when you?re a king
eat life from the palm of my hands
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are tales from the hood
Suicide sound quicker, but a murder sounds good
Wish a motherfucker would try to play me like a toy
You get a bullet in your
Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in
By the lake, so humid
I would like to go on a TV talent show
But when I approached them, they said no
I asked them what was wrong
They said they didn’t like my songs
So
business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who
a couple loose screws
That my lil' shit, you the shit, that's why I call you boo boo
Girl can you dance for me like Beyonce, liftin' up your tutu
Who would
You and I
We fit together like a glove on hand, that's right
Don't you know that I would gladly take you anywhere you wanted to go?
You and me
Would you dance with me?
Shawty don't you be shy
Would you wine on me ?
Step by step by step
Left to the right
Up and down we do it right
Step by
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