Lyrics:
You're the number one regret on my list
Number one bad taste on my lips
Of all my favorite things I wish I hadn't done
Baby you're number one
a gamble
My life been in shamble
Double edge sword burnin' both sides of the candle
"But Cris, you can't handle the truth"
Don't want to face
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
Uh, money on the floor, make them bitches go
Buckets' ice-cold, bottles, bring us more
Black top fill my Rolex white gold
They think I'm movin'
Let's go get stoned
Let's go get stoned
Everybody now
Everybody, yeah
Let's go get stoned
Let's go get stoned
You, know my baby, she won't let me
I'll tell her right now
Ah, please don't hurt my baby
That is all his lips could say
Ah, please don't hurt my baby
She won't believe you anyway
born to be...)
If now and then you start to wonder
Will I be the perfect mate?
Don't you worry, my pretty little darlin'
It was all arranged by fate!
Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare?
...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare?
You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in
Gucci baby (Gucci)
She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah,
more
And don't you leave 'cause I know
All I need is on the other side of the door
Well, me and my stupid pride, are sitting here alone
Going
quiet angel, don't make a sound
Save it for a rainy day
Oh can't you see me, I'm such a mess
trying hard to find my way
Do you remember, wasting all
'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us?
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence
How am I
never met this girl, but then again her kiss is wow
She got me breaking down and coming all up out my style
Don’t kiss me, yeah
No, baby don’t you
would've kissed my lips
I would've still felt bad, ah baby
There were times I've wondered if I was insane
Ah baby, I simply let my tear drop fall like
Yeah, well well, ah, yeah yeah
Bring on that pecan pie
Pour some sugar on it, sugar, don't be shy
Scoop me up a mess of that chocolate swirl
bitch
'Cause I been like, been like, been like this
I'm a popstar, I'm a wifey
Put a next by my name if you don't like me (oh)
(Not a thing you do
Everybody knows I'm him
I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me
Everybody knows I'm him
I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me
We need to be together
He ain't gone buy you nothin' better
I don't wanna depress ya
I don't mess with them heifers
Baby you under pressure
All my
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
a ride
Don't know where we'll go but I got her by my side
I don't know where the wind might be blowin'
You keep me coming around
You wear tight black
know I got you right?
I got my lip girl, got my chaser, my drink
Ross got his money in bed
I got my money in the bank
Baby I got these streets deep
Kissin in the back row
That's how we missed the movie
Said you had cottonmouth
That apple juice was groovy
Splish smack on my lips
Apple juice kissin
nothing 'bout you (there ain't nothing bout you)
That don't do something for me
In my life I've been hammered by some heavy blows
That never knocked me off
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