Lyrics:
your best
Wearing that same old shabby dress
So you stay at home, waiting by the phone
For another dem sweet lies (sweet lies)
The kind you doubt
Listen here, Lil' Young Mayne. Lemme reveal
1 thang. No matter how many records you sell,
it's still chump change 'cause, tomorrow, the wave you're
(uh huh)
I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (it is)
All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (we are)
All around the world from America
that a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold, so I'm lampin', with no need for spotlight
When I got light like
shoes and white socks?
Whatever nigga
You still got coupons from White Castle
Whatever
You're so ghetto, your probably a valued customer at White Castle
appears
Cause a nigga worse enemy is fear
So yo
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife life got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt
As a result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region might be
Endangered by a lethal aliens yeah
Dead or alive‚ I'll be one of the best
No sleep
doubt
Go at your own pace
Cry your heart out
It'll clean your face
When you're in doubt
Go at your own pace
All love is devout
No feeling is
aah!
Get over here, piggy, come here!
Your mommy says you're coming with me
You're so scared, why you scared you little boy, what's the matter huh?
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
'Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't do the right
hell no!)
If your dubbin this right now 'stead of buyin' the single you're ghetto
Ghettos what you are when you think you're a star
Flossin'
the fuck to grow up
Seems like you're out of luck
How I'm happy
Killed by a team
Grow on up
Or you're fucked
You can't run
That's no fun
Grow on up
Or you're
UNDEAS
Lil' Ceasar, the bitch pleaser
Uhh... uh, check it
Verse One: Lil' Cease
Yo I be buyin em V's, so all my girls be eyein Cease
Comin
tell you, girl (let me tell you, girl)
(You a foxy thing, now)
You got style
Personality and so much voice
You're everything any man could want for
don't let me go
Don't you hesitate
See something deep in your eyes
A light you cannot hide
I'm a little bit confused
By the featherweight
foxy lady
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
and over
Why would I doubt You?
Why would I doubt You now?
You keep proving over and over
Why would I doubt you now?
'Cause You're still in the fire
tell you, girl (let me tell you, girl)
(You a foxy thing, now)
You got style
Personality and so much voice
You're everything any man could want for
Of doubt and uncertainty will only bring
You and your mission to
A halt make sure that you
Know exactly what you want
Make sure that you're around people
It's common knowledge that the magical sound
That happens when I rap is habit-forming, pass it around
And no shinobi ever had any doubt about
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person
got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun
Well I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna
got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun
Well I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
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