Lyrics:
(Girl don't stop it)
You gone give it up
Is you bout it
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Is you bout it)
And you got it (Oh you got it)
Let me pour this love
On ya body
If I never made it I could have never had the rubber
band start up kit stick up glutes from here to Connecticut
If I never made it by the time they
they breakin' that bread (Bread)
She give me that dome, that head (Slop)
I'm layin', I'm layin' the bed (The bed)
Ain't fuckin' wit' opps, the feds
a peace of mind
Could give me 20 M's today, and I wouldn't even sign
I'ma stay up on the grind, gotta be patient, give it time
Turnt up in this bitch, we
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
The traffic's backed up on the 405
And the smog's so thick you can cut it with a knife
But it gives me time
To think about my life
I take
Whippin in the kitchen
Cleaning up those dirty dishes
I don't grant wishes
No Santa clause but I'm on your girl wishlist
Ice cold like Christmas
Sean
Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Give me some!
See me up in the club with
Lemme hear you say "Hey Ms. Carter" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Say, "Hey, Ms. Carter!" (Hey, Ms. Carter!)
Give me some!
See me up in the club with
hope you pick up
I know that pussy water slide by how she dripped up
If we ride out
She gone ride out with a real one
Shordies know it when they feel one
just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)
Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline
Thirteen's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine
sittin' on the train
Give a nigga more time
Look
If my mans down, nigga, I help him get up
Max Payne, I'm totin' TECs and Berettas
Never trust
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
these bitches I'm my one and only
I do it by lonely
Cuz hoes be switching on me
Acting like they know me
Like they know my story
Bitches don't know it
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
with my competitors
Imma be fucking up all of them
Money like Steph Curry, and I dish it out to my team like Chris Paul and them (Griffin!)
So lose
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
growin
They said Busta Rhyme…so a n****started flowin
Me Against The World, I was so competitive ,
I was so explicit , my version wasn’t edited
I seen
everywhere you go
Turn it up and give me love
Cuz I'm a stereo
Picture of me
Is all you see
Is all you see
When you look at me
Everybody gonna hear me
reason
You wanna buy a CD, I’m selling it
Go to the radio give out
The phone line number
Niggas in Brooklyn are belling it
The grime sound I’m spreading it
Sean Paul
I pop up in a hot car
You hop up in the cop car
Then start telling the cops who's selling the rocks
And who the niggas on the block are
sorry
I just wanna be the best version of me
If you don't fuck with it then you can leave
Go ahead and leave
Never really been myself
Like
gives a fuck if A&R's
Don't pick up the phone, huh
I swear there's no one like me
But if there it then I got a long lost twin
Or they made me a clone
I
act like
You didn't fuck up
So accept the fact
How many times you've been warned
It's murder when ya fuck wit' Chat
Don't need your sorrow
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