Lyrics:
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go, fu-
through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges? Mind's saying, "let it go,
your favorite songs queued up next on the juke
Slow dance to your favorite tunes
Sneak a kiss by the light of the moon
Do it over again, baby I'm
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
your loss
I went and found myself, and baby yeah I upped the cost
Word to Loso, yeah I know so, I'm a movement, I'm a force
I complete me, you can't
girls are trouble too
Next time a guy try to give you a play just turn your head and dis him and walk away
Excuse me ice cream tee
Hello how do you do
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
thought I was dead (dead)
But really, it's just up from here
Yeah, I'm up next (yeah)
I hit up Shot By Blake
I'm like, "Yo, let's go out West" (let's go)
the dancing on the dance floor
Night club look like a drug store
Bottle after bottle, Lets go broke yeah
Livin’ like it’s the last night
Lambo doors go up
Her first years three to six,
Playin' house and pick up sticks,
With little Jimmy todd ,the boy next door.
In the first and second grade
Her X
what I'm sayin
[VERSE 4]
I may not got no flow
But I ain't pimped by no negro
Backed by some
Cracka wit
His ass by the door
Therefore
I can never be
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is the grocery store
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance
Walking back through Finchley
Saw some blazer boys dancing at a garden party
Drinking chilled white wine by the marquee
And I wouldn’t wanna dance
the new
Hottie, you a stylist, wait in my lobby
Nigga dance like Bobby
Tryna get like 2 cribs for my mommy
That ain't guac, bitch that's wasabi
Tell Rich
next door
30 minutes past felt like days gone by
Never heard no sirens or no cops coming by
Thinking is he coming back? Does he want to try?
I'm not
to see and do
If you play it cool
Don't fuck it up
Do something right
For once in your life
Leave your pride at the door
Promise you ain't that type of guy
dance, on the fence, temptations
Road's longer when you do things that the others can't
Look in my eyes, I risked everything for this
Say you rooting for
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is the grocery store
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance
You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't
for love
It's like I got a lot to give
But lack the guts
In fact the ones
I want always pack it up
Then dash and run
My heart is in pieces
Can't patch
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