Lyrics:
the O-A-K
We take the money and the pussy cuz we sho' don't play
(And I like it)
Call me when you need some one to talk to, someone to fuck you (call me
Really tell me what I gotta do to get you to talk about (talk about)
'Cause it's been getting a little too long for you not to talk about
So tell me what
Really tell me what I gotta do to get you to talk about (talk about)
'Cause it's been getting a little too long for you not to talk about
So tell me what
we don't wait up
Elevate the elevator
Conversation with the paper
Money talks it gives me data
If it's time to serve a plate up
I don't ever wait for
stop ringing my phone
If a nigga try to break in my home
McCallister kill em alone
By myself
Moving dolie
She want fuck but don't even me
Got a friend
When I don't think of burning it
But would that satisfy
Shut up and talk
Shut up and talk
Shut up and talk
Talk to me
Shut up and talk
Shut up and talk
I want you by my side
So that I never feel alone again
They've always been so kind
But now they've brought you away from me
I hope they didn't get
are we supposed to get ready?
If they don't give us the keys
How are we to survive?
Cover me up and bring me to the power
Cover me up and bring
are we supposed to get ready?
If they don't give us the keys
How are we to survive?
Cover me up and bring me to the power
Cover me up and bring
Another one
Ever since a nigga hit the top (Uh)
Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box (Oh)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love me no more)
(Huh) They
control
Let me take you to the crib
Let me ease your soul
(My love)
I'm gonna take it nice and slow
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
Gone
We talk face to face we don’t talk on No phone
Commission get strict like one call And you gone
Get knocked you don’t squak we stick Straight
talk
Make the whole damn city talk
Asking me what dragging mean I tell them that's that city talk
I don't know no county slang I talk the way the city
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
Written By: Shannta Y Wilder
Lemme talk my shit
Real quick
Ooh
I don’t understand
What the problem is
We get the same 24 errday
Errbody what
Yeah
Getting sick and tired of your lies
You cant even look me in my eyes
Yeah
I just wanna talk dont wanna fight
I just wanna talk dont wanna fight
No
Lost
In Your Arms
Baby don't you let me go
Baby don't you let me go
Say Real Talk
Real Talk
I'm Just Trynna Get Lost
In Your Arms
Baby don't you let me
Yea
Yea
(Wow)
(Wow)
(Wow)
(Wow)
Wowoow
Wow
Wow
Wowww
Yea
Yea
Check it
When I walk my walk
Matter fact when I talk I talk
Don't mess with the clique
need)
Somebody answer me
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin' through
Son, just don't let it
that's on the team
I'm surrounded by cowards and snakes you know the deal
Now I gotta go and hit em right in the feels
Why you tryna call me I don't pick
something we say when it feels right
Don't talk about love
Don't talk about love
Bodies touching feeling something mind keeps running
Let me inside you're
Some people don't care what you want to hear
And everybody's talking while they're stringing me along
I'll go by what you do
Cause talk is cheap
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
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