Lyrics:
Appreciates all the love I give
Boy, I gotta shake it off
Gotta do what's best for me
Baby and that means I gotta
Shake you off
By the time you get this
to my players left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
All in the front, all in the back, just like that, like that
I'ma blow your mind like that
Wasted heart
When you left me, you left me with no
and you gon' stay high
May I answer your Third Question like A.I
Say hi, to my niggas left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up
shine in my back door someday
And the wind gon' change, gon' blow my blues away
Baby, what makes you do me like you do do do, like you do do do?
like
And the smoke got my eyes on kung pao
Did it for the Bay
Got the world goin' dumb now
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
in the back of my mind
White sand, sunshine
And you're shining like a brand new dime
That's keeping me from giving up
Thinking like I had enough
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
bitch, I ain't even gon' deny her (no)
She told me, "Throw that money," I said, "Make it worth my while"
I'm 'bout to empty out the ATM (throw it, throw
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Tonight tonight the highway's
legs around me like a sickle round the sun
I gonna love you pretty mama like my easy rider does
Solo
If I can?t come in let me sit on by your
Baby let
and nails, that Louis, Chanel all up in the party
(Need some help) president's in my wallet
(Freak yourself) no rules I'm 'bout it
(Play the ref) blow
Time to smarten up
She didn't take the word that I gave her
She blew it out with the breeze one day
Like the breeze it blows me back to you
You said
The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by
The end of the week
She simply said, "No", labelled me a ho
I said
"How you figure?" "My friends told me so"
I
pop that)
Let me see you drop it down now (Twerk, twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Who said gangstas don't do that? Cous' they lying
In the back
on my arms
Tats in my face, my back and my arms (what)
Tats in my face, my back and my arms
Baby, I'm a stunna (I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
started slangin' that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
my soldiers walkin' in the yard
Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a God
Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar
Over time her tan lines
pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar
My attitude must be the justice
Fuck you nigga, I'm quick to clown
And we coming back
lookin' back
I kissed my baby cryin' in the smoke along the track
[Chorus]
Bye, bye, so long, there's something down the track
It's callin' me
Bye,
my down ass bitch
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like
, "Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
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