Lyrics:
my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
Jilly from Philly, word up
You're not ready
Aight, now, for all y'all out there that know how this song go
I want y'all to sing along with love, ya
that sing my song
And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong
And I'm rock it to you baby baby all night long
And it's a song about love
need you right now
The music's now a part of we
Baby, I'm , baby I'm gonna need you right now
Put that record on
And watch me while I move
I'm doin' my
Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know you
they say
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record, baby
But I can't see straight anymore
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
tried to remix that old-ass record with a rat (you played yourself)
All these rappers gettin' shot, not one bullet hit Tekashi
They really let that
babe, roses have thorns, they say
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo)
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright,
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo)
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright,
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
for you, ah ah ah
Maar, baby, ben je feenin' for me? Feenin'
For me? Ah ah ah
Feenin' for you-ou, feenin'
For you-ou, nah, nah
Feenin' for me-e
of the head of the police (ooh) (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated
All ya'll come to the front, ya'll come up to the front (I love myself)
Baby what about you
to nun
But now I’m flexing on that bitch and
Got more money than her son
I love my enemies and pray
For those who persecute
You tried to kill me pussy
Expression,
I am talking to US 'cuz I too am affected, King... Queen.
ZU
Ndiphuphile
Ndibonisiwe
Ngo manyano thina sinekamv' E lihle
Masingalibali Ubuntu
for more, bent over by the door
B**ch not a f**king wh**e, but you know I like it raw
Nig**s f**k a new b**ch, know I am the truth b**ch
Now you finna
have thorns, they say
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight (oh, oh, oh)
What's goin' on on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti's floor, walk up on you
Like
took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
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