Lyrics:
on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
it Rosie, that's what it's there for
Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Señorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
Yeah, big time spender
Wrist cause a big time blizzard
Bitch on a big time bender
In the room you a big time snitcher
With the crew on a big
Well I woke up this morning
The place was such a wreck
I couldn't reach the bathroom
Thought I'd better clear the deck
I tried to call the lawyer
yourself and build a glass house
On the wrong things, on the wrong things
Don't you go dull your mind by gettin' too high
Off a big name, off a big name
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
to share
But fact we girls with the big fat booty too fancy to ever play fair
Mesmerized by the size of it
You can find it if you like take your time
I
I open up my window
Every night
And let your love come in
Open up my window
Every night that I'm away from you
This old bed seems way too big
to the boom
from the Wilbur Clark sky room
so raise your glass up to the boom
from the Wilbur Clark sky room
down the Vegas strip the big slipper spins
a new
to do you wrong.
I see you got that lump in your throat
I hear you mumbling, "That's all she wrote."
Love was in the next room drinking antidote.
by the mass
Her face is on the paper, not the strangers that I pass
The ones that are looking back to see if they are looking back at me
Are you
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
bug pour it out the mouth
O.K. floater to the order don't we wreck before we split
From the chaos came the fattest little shit
By the soak of it
next-door neighbor, baby, won't hear you grieve and groan
I take it to my room and lay it 'cross my big brass bed
I take it to my room and lay it 'cross my
best room
That fire place got chest room
Two guests, indian or you gotta be arabic
That hour glass look mighty round
Is it real or did you inherit it
Morning sunshine, praise the earth
Fill your glass with wine and dirt
I don't mind, I'm the big tree
I don't mind, I'm the blue sea
Paper castles,
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
beaker A, to beaker be
So we got see, big deal, no frills
So I grabbed the bunsen burner
Watch how I turned the whole room, kaboom!
Nope I'm just
running to his room, take a breath before you break-in
Put your ear up to the door, tell me can you hear him saying?
I don't want to go like this
smash, throwin keys through glass
Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash
So take your ass home, write a poem
And when you get nice, use the god
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
boys and her name is Mary Jane
'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs
Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log
In my dressing room but
the sitting room
Vehicles will pass by but I know when it's you
I'll be in a nose dive in my flying shoes
Right behind your closed eyes like a memory from
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