Lyrics:
clocking me there's no stopping me
(Desire) I know you want me
(You're fine) thank you
But I'm not the type of girl that you think I am
I don't
all dressed up
And we ain't even gon' make it to this club
Take all (take all)
Of me (of me)
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
all dressed up
And we ain't even gon' make it to this club
Take all (take all)
Of me (of me)
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
niggas who do it for hype
The s*** that I'm spitting it's really my life
How real are your lyrics, how real is that ice (how real is your ice)
I need
account, you hate anon
Who the fuck do you think you hatin' on?
Like price tags, rippin' labels off
'Cause I'm not a rapper, I'm a savior, dawg
So now I'm
with cover girl motives, I gotta rise above it
You thinking about who's loving me
I'm thinking about who doesn't
Doesn't really matter what you say,
But do you know about me?
(Is it you?)
Is it me? Is it you?
Tell me who
Who's the other girl?
Who's the first? Who's the fool?
Who's
Them by the real name
Soop sucker, some male MCs
In full effect, I'm pulling all of these
But when I'm on the mic
You know I do things right
I'm in house
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed
every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is
Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first, nigga, do the math, who I was hittin' then?
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit
flyin'
We are so private
Mile high club
I need a co-pilot
What it do Stunna
Yeah your son is grown
Kick your feet up
And I'mma bring the money home
everytime i gotta track to choose
Bitch I hear you lie to the neighbors call that friendly attitude
Do you think I'm rude
Are you all up in ya feelings got
And tonight is 'bout me and my girls
And you better do what I say
And once we get another round
You will see just how we play
We gon' see who can make it
(Stop) party till the break of day
Are (are) you (You) ready, shut up and dance
[Bridge]
Let your feet just go, who needs to think when your feet just
don't care
Ten toes, and I wanna be 'cause I gotta have it
Now, now who do it like B-O-dub?
Girls on me when I walk in the club
Game ain't tight, I'm
context
You let your Lex or your '64 bounce away all your tension
En route to the club where girls need the quenchin'
Diamonds on your wrist, sunroof
five billion streams and made
20 dollars off it do you think your music
Can really sustain ya?
Quick, name the guy who sang the Macarena
You tried
battle rap turned Day into?
Are you from Gotham or from Watts?, Are you Batman, Spawn, or Davon?
Did you really think "Paul Walker" was a dope song?
If so,
regards Morale
Best regards Morale
Did you think I would leave you there
I love you ngik’tshele ke
By your bed everyday ne
Ayamaah phakama ngik’bhambe ke
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
shit they got for
Said a bitch fly which you think of
Shit I'm a take her home, I'm a break bread,
I'm a be the one who left wholly my hell
I'm
on his head
And it sounds louder than your girl on the bed
Bro, you had to activate the six sense
And later maybe tryna do a revenge
I'm talking 'bout
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