Lyrics:
know that's not what I think that is
Why are you so angry?
See, you young men are dying of thirst
Do you know what that means?
That means you need
This is for all you who are connected with
The two-way. Ya heard?
It's a two-way street, it a two-way door
It's a two-way life (Pick it up
the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim,
the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you
Front seat chillin' with the window down
I be ten
I know I've got no business here
In this club while you are there
Take these shots to numb the pain
But that don't help, the scar's still there
certain clubs, you still can glimpse
Matured or embryonic Blimps
Vivaciously speculating as to what became of who
They order pites and call for choder
a little who's got a job (job),
car (car), clothes (clothes), jewelry (jewelry)
Girl I just ain't fooling me to you (no), to you (no)
Think I'm that easy
H.E.R.
Uh-uh, uh, uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Went and fucked up all the shit, y'all
"You ain't got your woman in check, man?"
"I think you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
the hoopla stuff,
It makes you think you can't do enough
For the shiny symbols
And the other countries feel the same as we
And regret that I have but one
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
On the other side and I'm think that shawty
I got a thing for you
Doing it on purpose, winding and working it
I can tell by the way you looking at me, girl
I
Who am I if I became the lie
Where fo idols go when they die
Where does psychosis go when denied
Where do I go just to stand by
How much longer must
the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon'
It's the kid that flip flows
Who used to flip O's and run G for days
You should see how I get hoes
I'm international
I get my dick licked 'round
tryna frisk me
What am I to do?
Lay em' both down and make em' go oooh
Ba** pumpin
Spree wells
Who's that rollin up?
It's Kells
And girl if you
got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club, in this club, in this club
I wanna make love in this club, in
and left them alone
God help you if you are an ugly girl
'Cause too pretty is also your doom
'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
For the prettiest
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric
Good chicks like Chaka
Zu loo I'm the shit
You the kaka
Who are you
Imma future hip-hopper
Mega nigga
This nigga bigger
Why hold the gun
your interests are, who you be with?)
To convince you, I'm the one you should leave with
(Things to make you smile, what, what numbers to dial)
Girl, I
the life you got
You know what I'm sayin?
Stop lookin' at what you ain't got
And start being thankful for what you do got
Let's give it to 'em baby girl
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit
[JD]
I don't pay attention
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