Lyrics:
with the lac, then you knock them heads down
Then you knock them heads down
Gotta shoot to allyn gotta four car lined up right right now
I'll probably
write Janet's number down!
I can't believe that you actually said that
I'd have to be bonkers to put up with this
Where the hell did I put my bags
I
(The fact that Meghan Trainor is literally mother right now)
I am your mother (I am your mother)
You listen to me (you listen to me)
Stop all
Bet it, bet it taste like candy [Repeat: x 3]
I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm
Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm
Moaning
'n income,
Disbelief hissin', now think that I'm dizzin'
Innercity, urban zombie, won't you please listen ?
But I got to keep my head up
Whack black
"Hello"
"Hi, it's me, what's up, baby?
I'm sorry, listen, I'm gonna be late tonight
So don't stay up and wait for me, okay?"
"Where are you?"
to the radio (listen to the radio)
Remember where we used to go?
Now it's morning light and it's cold outside
Caught up in a distant dream
I turn and think
you my temple, my mural, my sky
Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life
Drawing hearts in the byline
Always taking up too much space
to the radio (listen to the radio)
Remember where we used to go?
Now it's morning light and it's cold outside
Caught up in a distant dream
I turn and think
store,
Now I need your hand coz your boyfriend hates me.
Like Janet Jackson, What have you done lately?
I heard you say, you want me to hit with no
he's on his own
What once was muscle is now bone
I see a skull on a stick
I see a skeleton with skin
I'm getting by just the best I can
While
goddamn minute
Hold up wait a minute
Start shit then I finish
Hard head I don't listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga like me feel tremendous
Wait
Bring in Blowjob Betty
Now we got it poppin' low
Hit then I stop and go
Film it record it
in high definition though
I got my dick by your ear
Do you
come now in your glory
And my ears will listen to your dirty stories
You're fighting to go up, 'cause you're on your way down
Cursing their lovers
this is album number 8 and my pockets gonna be straight
Even if a nigga leak that
Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack
in the back
"Hello"
"Hi, it's me, what's up, baby?
I'm sorry, listen, I'm gonna be late tonight
So don't stay up and wait for me, okay?"
"Where are you?"
that ouch
Bitch, give me back my couch
And that same couch cashed in
Now listen to t-pain sing
Like one, two, three, four get the hell up out my
icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll
you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'
Fat black
between her legs
A-pining for my wife
But then by and by it all went wrong
I fell washed up on a shore
She stared down at me from up in the storm
And I
girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead
don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 f***in' crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I
icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll
Shout out my Auntie Janet she a muthafucka
PeeWee did 10 back out and she still hustling
[?] used to write you letters tell you that she love you
Then
make money anymore?
(In the dark)
Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin
Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
But
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