Lyrics:
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
felt, 'cause God I never felt young
She's gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair
She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, but yet
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
my focus, so
Go back to that chump that played the role before
Love is like a cancer when you don't let go; I'ma blow fo sho
Unnecessary weight
better move
You better move, you better move
Louis my shoes, pull out my whip on 22's
I saw your girl, I had to scoop
Just like a bird she gonna swoop
and smile
'Cause boy you came around
And you knocked me down knocked me down
Sometimes love comes around
And it knocks you down just get back up
When it
sweat, it's no sweat.)
(Never let em see me sweat)
[Chorus:]
Hey you can ride with my dimes
She keeps em on the way
You say you need that window whirr but
He said "Please come with me
To my home by the sea
We can smoke, drink and eat
And you'll sit at my feet
And I'll tell what I know
While the sea
out kiss by kiss
I need you, baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm falling to you
Over and over and over again
When I wake up in
the list
You got the "Real Deal For Real Real" smile
You got the "Phony They Don't Know Me Let Me Have My Feel" smile
The "Dumb embarrassed"
Uh, woo, you see
I go by the name of Kan the Louis Vuitton Don
I'm with my home girl
Who need to hook me up
With some of her home girls (don't
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
legs around me like a sickle round the sun
I gonna love you pretty mama like my easy rider does
Solo
If I can?t come in let me sit on by your
Baby let
crates up
I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm
And we're what's happening in rap entertainment
Me and Shady, far as competition, faggot, there
Yeah, I clean up nice
Catch me on a tidy night
Might be Gucci'd down to the tidy whites
OK it's loso,
Everybody knows so
My son is the heir
up
Blow job Betty better blow me up
I remember the day when I first met her
Bitch kinda loose so I knew I'd get her
Walked up to her said
"my
fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian
fallin',
While the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by.
Way down in Missouri where I heard this melody,
When I was a little child upon my
And I'm about to get an IV, so
Let me knock this out real quick
Yeah, whoa (Run it back Turbo)
B-i-g, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This
and you'll decide
I'm a chick what's really on the solid side
You knock me flat, you're the kind of a cat
Makes me wanta blow my top 'til the end of time
Hello Dad!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, lets shoot some breeze!
Say, whatever happened to the Japanese?
Hmm
Feeling cooler than a April breeze
As we blow like the summer leaves
Girl I'm just hanging around
And I'll come back down
When you choose to come
girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India
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