Lyrics:
lil hoes slimy, she want my dick, then got
Got a nigga, swear to God she wildin'
I'm pulling on her track, to beat her back, she Sing like CeCe Winans
No, it ain't a question, not even an issue
Nobody knows you like I know ya
You grew up on Queen Street, your dad is a gangsta
But he's gettin'
stamp it
Lay 'em down, right in between the scope
Picture perfect, gotta tag 'em
Niggas ain't out spittin' facts that's crazy
I ain't gotta be patient for
The party ain't over, the party ain't over
The party ain't over
It's three a.m. and it's too many women
She's just beginning the time of her life
So
Sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
it, baby, shake it
I said shake, baby, shake
We ain't fakin'
A-whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Well, I said come on over, baby
A-whole lot-ta
Ain't nothing to it, real one
Ain't nothing to it, boss
Ain't nothing to it (nothin' to it), real one
Ain't nothing to it (there's nothing), boss
to compete with BS competition
Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you sekkle with the mission
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though
goin' on
Well, I said come on over, baby, we got chicken in the barn
Come on over, baby, babe, I got the bull by the horns
We ain't fakin', a whole
it, baby, shake it
I said shake, baby, shake
We ain't fakin'
A-whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Well, I said come on over, baby
A-whole lot-ta
ain't hardly made this
You talkin' to one of Roc's finest
And do rewind this; it's Bad Boy's finest!
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Bad Boy Motherfuckers
This is
arthritis
Sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel
perfect timing
Wake up in my city, choppers singing like it's CeCe Winans
They don't want the gospel, but I don't know why, because it's childern dying
I
It's Argon
(I think I'm stuck in this matrix forever...Or is there a way I can make life better)
Damn, I'm lost in this universe
Ain't Teo but I'm
down, had a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel, like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll
to compete with BS competition
Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you sekkle with the mission
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though
And bad bitches who ain't gotta spend their own money
Shots of 'Tron at like four in the morn'
It ain't over til it's over, Loso I'm gone
The lights
try me
Impulsive imma just do it
Get sponsored by Nike
Been on one before I had trainers
But G-O-D been my PT
This life ain't easy
Better watch out who
I'm Simon
New chop like a mic make you sing like CeCe Winans
Hella bitches hella traps
They don't know where to find me
Hit her from the back like
phone still ain't ringing
I assume it still ain't you
I've half a mind to take the time to find somebody new
But I'm not to sure that I'm still over
It's over
I think you should know
That ain't the way love goes
It's over
I think you should know
You need to pack your things and go
That ain't
goin' on
Well, I said come on over, baby, we got chicken in the barn
Come on over, baby, babe, I got the bull by the horns
We ain't fakin', a whole
timing
I guess that means that the stars align, uh
Gun sing like CeCe Winans
Change shit just like the climate
Sit back and my seat reclining
I call that
Guess I really went and messed it up again
Now, my baby's goner than the Tulsa wind
Judgin' by the stone-sober state I'm in
Need to crack one wide open
.jpg/200px-Cece_Winans_(cropped).jpg "CeCe Winans")
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