Lyrics:
that gets harder to breathe in
I bet you been feeling a bit of depression, if I'm with yo girl then she prolly undressin
Lyrical sessions progressing
won't think I was lying"
PS we on our way home
Too late play I got your girl and I'm gone
Too late, too late player bye bye!
I got your girl and I'm gone
timing
Girl I just wanna fly with you
To the place where the
Weeknd flows, palace with jacuzzi
Teen vibes gone, Impala
in the house, you tame
Although we
the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play
Drop top
used to live
All the memories you had in this house
So long ago and I'll never find out what
They are in the past
But you're not really for me
Someday
on the furniture
House Party, Hi Shorty
Gotta say you look hot like Wasabi
Setting pace by the way you move your body
Baby maybe we can take it
From this Place
nigga
Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger
I would've sit with you, but this the cool table
Oh yeah your girl 8 balls without a pool table
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
are hot alaskan girls are cold
By the end of the day
They know we going all in
So bring me a world girl
One that will make my world
Go round and round
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
the limelight, with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches
Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches
you dead nigga shitted in they bridges
You got a house that's sold out full of bitches
I be the proudest old son of Sick Wid It
Know I'm coming
to meet a few new ones
What's up with you, girl? Maybe we can do somethin'
Do you drink? Do you smoke?
I could tell by your purse and your shoes you
Seven years old, everything was right
A table for four on a Friday night
Didn't see any signs of a dead end road
By the time I was ten everything
to meet a few new ones
What's up with you, girl? Maybe we can do somethin'
Do you drink? Do you smoke?
I could tell by your purse and your shoes you
this out.
There was this fine ass bitch standing
Out in front of my house the other day on his jock,
And that nigga was scared to come at her, man.
practicing when you're by yourself in your house
'Cause you make it look so easy, so easy
Girl you make it look so easy, so easy
How you make it look so
rams
Yes ma'am and I
Just might call your girl a friend
But fuck her like she my girlfriend
Talk to her like she my girl like
Oops you look like my
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
yah
Law tryna book us, the music too loud they ain’t shutting us down
House full of balloons, welcome to the party
I been on a high girl and you got me
god please, watch over my empire
Major deals on the table still I live violent
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Streets feel I’m finna be
up above and a table full of food.
God Bless them girls of the Rising Sun
as the years roll by and they ain't so young
the men they serviced are dead
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
On main street after midnight, a brand new pack
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
On main street after midnight, a brand new pack
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