Lyrics:
boy!
I spit numbers for the dope boys
And the dope boys (Yea)
I tell 'em to meet coke boy
It's more money involved yea
More money more problems
More
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
breathing
Come say what you see in me
'Cause boy, I believe in you
Come say what you're seeing
All gone just ghost dancing, going all the way through
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
dada like me, hey like me
No more bein' poured drink specials at Winners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners
Meet us in the creeping fog
I know you weebles wobble
But never completely topple
Even more reason for me to
See you obscenely remodeled
Let's get your
meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in line, pucker up, tout suite
Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy
I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour
breathing
Come say what you see in me
'Cause boy, I believe in you
Come say what you're seeing
All gone just ghost dancing, going all the way through
tapes, now
Lemme go an' hit that cup, one time 'fore a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
getting deeper
And I knew from the start yeah, from the "Hi" and "Nice to meet ya"
I was blinded by he's features
Girls said "You're wrong" but I said
your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can
The neighbors I have yet to meet
Bless my mom and dad especially
Just one more thing I'd like to say
Before I close another day
I'd like to thank you Lord for
To me you was more than just a lover,
And I put you above all of my dreams
I bragged to all my n*ggas about you
I made you my wifey, mother of my
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
like bonjour we on tour
Ain't slept in a week
With a pocket full of euros tryna get more
Its our time
Nigga I told you we in this bitch
Ho the game been
Bed shaking, body rocking, I keep you want' more
Forget about your boyfriend
And meet me at the hotel room
I'ma bring my girlfriends
So meet me
you it's not the same, for you I'm a ride.
I want you by my side.
I feel like them ghetto boys, you're playing with my mind.
I'm a tell you one more
(uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh)
One fine day, we'll meet once more (shoobie-doobie-doobie-doobie-doo-wop-wop)
And then you'll want the love you threw away before
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
more each day
There ain't nothing that I'd rather do than be moved by you, baby
The way that you move me, oh, you move me
Ain't not enough tears
curas on Sunday fifteen Cuban minutes
The end is out of sight
So I'll meet you by the cannon
On the Malecón tonight
It started in Havana in
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