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Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?
Clean it up! We want the company impressed
We've got a lot to do
Is it one lump or two
For you, our guest
left of me’s melodies written on paper.
That’s what it feels like when I peel right,
Out my drive way on the highway.
95 pace, get out my way, get out
prepare to get ready
Me and Ty grew up, mashin' to get our feddi
Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor
Make sure my homies get away
asses to ShowBiz?
Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
We all went to din' and then I had
chicks
Doin favors, holdin blicks, hoes get mad
Now they jumpin dick to dick
Every nigga wanna be the next one, all these gas station pics
Surrounded by
the door
My heart fell to the floor
So tell me what to do
So I can get with you
Talk to me my lady friend
Girl your love is heaven sent
Say you'll be
Now he's facin' the floor talkin' bout "Kwest you fowl"
Hold up just hear me out now pal
Hook
While you're crusin' in your ride I be riding you dip
I been pot whipping in the kitchen cooking up these hits
Lately I feel like I'm Donatello when I hold the stick
Got the pedal to the floor might do
enemy nuh worry cah
Mi nah badda done dem (done dem)
Ah di teacha don corleone
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Route di chromastic nuh plastic
mi enemy nuh worry cah mi nah badda dun dem (dun dem)
Ah di teacha don Corleone
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Route di chromastic nuh
the type to offer you a seat
That's who we are
Welcome's and Thank-you's lets lead
By example and dismantle
The scramble that they cook up
We can take
can't get up
It could never be too much
We could never let the feeling stop
Take me to another world
Somewhere better somewhere good for us
I don't wanna
in my own way but I'm still shy
Addicted to prescriptions rolling till I get high
Up in the clouds in the heavens hope I don't die
Good cop bad cop now
to find me, Paul Wall got my grill so stunnin fo get the rest I might stop by T.V. Johnny
Diamonds Diamonds on my watch
Diamonds, Diamonds on my chain
Wake up alone by 2 in the morn' like damn, Hagon
Careful what you ask for cause you just might get it
And once I came would you swallow or spit it
I
Push the button, close the door
Flying by the second floor
Way you got me feeling wasn't something I was looking for
Stomach dropping, close my
Shorty
Drop it
Low
To the floor
Then she work back
Up the pole
Just show
She can shoot the breeze
Pour her up a glass
Took a match
To the back
try not to be naïve
Coz I fake it out loud
This feeling’s growing bigger
As my time goes by
Coz I’m about to explode
Someone get me before I go nuts
get 'em back together?
Make a little trail of clothes and leather
Let 'em hang out on the bedroom floor
My boots miss yours
Yeah
My boots miss
(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one)
Ayy, nigga said it's up, ayy, it's on the floor
Yeah, nigga on the floor
Ayy, niggas said it's up, ayy, it's
know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They
Never born chill
I'm fired up
Speaking out with passion
Spending all for my team bitch that's how we get it cracking
Richard Mille on our wrists
Bentleys
be that bridge
That take you to over the mountain
I'll lift you up
And take you over the top
And if you need to get to heaven
Baby, it's not too
I try
I try
I
I tried
I tried
Heaven knows I tried
Heaven knows I tried
I try my whole life
You stay by my side
But you can't see my side
I know eyes
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