Lyrics:
life
Black gave a nigga thumbs, nigga like, "That's right"
Hit the dance floor with some twins, they was close friends
Back that ass up, she said,
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
let it
What do you say
When a gentleman asks you to dance, you
Say yes
And then
Get on the dance floor
Even when it seems, we're goin' through
on the floor
I'mma hit it one time then you gon' be done da da
Miss fatty batty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back
I felt the ground hit face for some times, I'm blinded by dust
Oh maybe I don't ooh I don't know where I belong
I laid on rocks solid, solitude won't
live with regret
You've gotta keep on digging, take it step by step
You've gotta keep ya head up, ya gotta stand firm
You've got to embrace your mistakes
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
mouth
The building was immaculate inside with marble floors
We hit the elevator, she slips out of her draws
I'm shocked like goodies and I don't know how
from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground
He makes a mad dash to the car door
Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor
Now
meds, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah
I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
Now burn this mf down because it's built by jack
(Outro)
I'm not gonna argue anymore
I'm not gonna fight
I took too many shots I hit the floor
F/ Mr. Hyde
[Mr. Hyde]
Watch me ignite this shit, like a fiend's pipe hit
Yo I do this for thugs leavin the righteous split
Niggaz turn
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
I be in the hood, got good attendance
Bad bitch, she do fitness
Scratch that nigga off my hit list (Scratch)
I'm in the field with my hit stick
He
prolly Hispanic
On the balcony blowing organic
Porcelain floors, yeah they cold when you feel
Beautiful when they connect with her heel
Curtains draped
and spiritually blind
But we kings and queens it's our time
Equality
(By any means necessary)
Say their names
Stephon Clark
Mike Brown
George Floyd
Philando Castile
instead
he think he tough gotta keep him on edge
I put some goons on his head like some dreads
Can't get enough cuz I'm all bout my bread
Live by the street
cum and cry bitch, now I wonder why
These faggots- knocking down the door
Dad shows up- clocked, they hit the floor
Stand- do they want some more
Y'all
And nothin' small
This dick make 'em hit the floor and touch the wall
Call my hoes to get salami, cuz they brush the balls
Let Weezy bust they jaws
Never have
didn't know
Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor
Verse 2 (Master P)
Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers
on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
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