Lyrics:
Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention, biatch
See I know you didn't see this comin'
Dj Holiday, Usual Suspect, right
It's like when I feel really
I got it I got it I got it
Ain't no stopping it
I got it I got it I got it
Ain't no topping it
(I got it I got it I got it
Ain't no stopping it
I
I gave her my Heart
But she still want a fuckboy
I can't always wait & see until I drop oh
I don't ever know if you can see the real me
Baby just
It's Iggy Iggs
I got one more problem with you girl
Aye
Hey baby, even though I hate ya
I wanna love ya, I want you
And even though I can't
If I was your tv I'd be like "Look at me"
If I was a shooting star I'd be like "Peace!"
If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like "Hell naw!'
If I
When he calls me I'm going crazy
Call me with my friends, it doesn't phase me
Windows down riding in the SUV
And I'm spilling champagne all on my
YGen
Ganja beats why did you do this
I dunno
I dunno will I make it with this rapping with all of these rappers is it even possible
I gotta flow
but the money)
And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money)
And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money)
(Young! Yeah, I see you nigga! Let's
One thing I know, I'll fall but I'll grow
I'm walking down this road of mine
This road that I call home
One thing I know, I'll fall but I'll grow
I
Baby, fuck them chicks and them other girls
You're the one I love, you're the one I love
You're the one I
Baby, fuck them chicks and them other
I love you
I-I-I, I-I-I I love you
I love-I love-I love, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-I, I love you
I-I-I-I-I-i love, I-I love you
I love, I-I-I, I
Miscommunication lead to complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station
Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb
Miscommunication lead to complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station
Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb
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I don't really like these n****
Man I always rock with my day ones
Man I always rock with my day one's
Man I always rock with my day one's
I don't
All the way from the mid-west
Coming at you with some out that
Down south, UGK, Port Author type shit
Know what I'm saying?
I'm not the one, I told
even hurting them
Who knew you two were that good
Now I imagine
I know there is no need to lie anymore
Seven
I know you kinda hate me by now, huh
Cause
I'm tryna hit
Baby tell me what's up 'cause you the shit
Yeah you the shit
Can I give you one kiss? (uh huh)
I'ma kiss you right there
Real soft,
Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-rent blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the landlady I'd ldone ost my job
She said that don't comfort
I'm 1 up, pussy nigga run up
Play me for a ho and Ima pull up with a gun up
Bitch, you see the chain, got me looking like the sun up
All that old fly
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I don't know why I've been making her feel this way
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I don't know why I've been making her feel this way
Yeah
Okay, I'm strapped
Get 'em
Black hat (yeah), black shades (yeah)
Black diamonds (yeah), oh, behave (Haha)
No, he can't with the bucket
Yeah
Okay, I'm strapped
Get 'em
Black hat (yeah), black shades (yeah)
Black diamonds (yeah), oh, behave (Haha)
No, he can't with the bucket
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