Lyrics:
nevertheless I gently rest my head on her breast
But danger lurks in the wings based on how the cards read 'em
I think she'd better tell 'em
Tell me, how you
Let me tell you what is not
I pay my own bills and I pay em' on time
You worry about yours
Let me worry about mine
I spend my money any way that I like
Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
what to do
I know I'm late but destiny brought me back to you
Time went by turned you into a butterfly
I'm here to say hello, tell your nigga goodbye
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!)
Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em!
"30 rounds in one and a half seconds!
one night just hit it boy
After the club we can checkin at five-star telly
Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly
What's your name sheena
(ah)
Anywhere around me you will find no pity
Y'all always looking for a handout
But you're on your damn mouth
Even though I make my fans proud
Boy that's litty
I
flash, we living fast
I'm Jimmy neutron, I gotta blast
(Ay) Fuck a diss
Bottled issa bliss (fuck em)
Yungin stuntin frontin who that boy who him is (who
Top floor type shit
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
All the country girls they wanna know how good do I do it
I tell 'em get you a pull, baby get you a pull
Yeah buddy flexin hard, I really wish that he
is with me, 4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)
Tell 'em glizzy me
I got all my niggas in here with me (DDawg comin' home)
I got all my people
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
Into something that cost some change
Even if I switch and callin' your highness, they will adapt it
Been to the shops and hit the tramps just to tell
And I'm gon' stomp 'em out until it hurts
We gon' slide by with that 556 and let the Draco eat 'em for desert
Yeah, we gon' pick 'em up and then we slam 'em
days that were hot check it
Bring back the better days for me baby
You gotta bring 'em back cos I'm going crazy
I go insane with your name up in my
of your mouth like a Zyn
I'm in the club, you ain't in
Okay, yeah
Even if I don't know how I'ma win
Counting this cash, by my bed
Okay, yeah
Counting this
Aye run it up
Stack it up
So much money
You think we robbed a brinks truck
We loaded up
We totting em
It ain’t nothing
Boy don’t make us call your
We outside, want the whole world to see you
Stay on my mind, yeah that's how I know I need you
Stay by your side, know I'm never finna leave you
all feel me go and sing it loud tell 'em
I'ma straight bring you this rock and roll
Shooting for the top, I'ma lock and load
Moving the crowd, I
fast homie no exaggerator
Pedal to the metal boy no Talladega
I don't throw cash at strippers
I throw cash at haters
And tell em "go shoppin" and raggedy
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