Lyrics:
of Casa Amor
The game is the game, why you mad at me for
They say is it increasing your digit's
But it don't count cause I banged it abroad
My next thing in
from inside
Party by myself I like
But I'm outside, in my clothing line
Doing my dance on stage I geek (Got geeked)
Mix Wockhardt and 'Hi-C'
Vision clear
far from inside
Party by myself I like
But I'm outside, in my clothing line
Doing my dance on stage I geek (Got geeked)
Mix Wockhardt and 'Hi-C'
Vision
shiver
I deliver her the dick
When she get inside that thing
That's when she bite, gag, and lick
Fuckin' with the baddest bitch with
Super ass and lips
the high-life (high-life)
All these clubs, all these chicks, and expensive cars
What's it gonna be, is it my life? (my life)
That's gonna be ruined by any of your
the iron
I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny
My homeboy devil from the hcg and young side trey r.i.p
From the etg and oh yeah
and be gone by five
You could leave all the keys by the door it's fine
I just wanna be all alone tonight
Can't let you inside
Guess I'm different
You
i lay in tha floor, burried inside, cause every rapper aint a star and every plaid aint burberry, you cant tame Lloyd, im smokin by tha big screen,
definitely owned by the mafia
First impression, a few cops talking to the owner
Inside got balloons blowing up on every corner
They don't give a fuck
Pulling
the micraphone
Rakeem is feelin' lovely, word a pocket full of dough
A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
Thinkin', should I go to the club scene
And do what?
feelin lovely, word a pocket full of dough
A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
Thinkin, should I go to the club scene
And do what? and bag a rub-a-dub
Ashawo don fall in love
Inside my zanga many things sup
As I galant dey roll on top
And for this one I come go poff first I reason am na me dey on top so
how we stretch our
need out through the way of things, like salt?
cookin's relation to moanin' has already been
established as having hurt too
that marriage a life risk
You got married young, know you be hating a type shit
But that's the thing about every shot you might miss
So by my side I, I
smiles, but inside she wanna cry
I can see it in here face she's wasted away
Come on now, don't get wasted away
Come on, girl, don't get wasted away
Come
might get seen by a nigga with a contract
With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things
Like more rings for her fingers
She used
with me, roll with me)
With me
Yeah, uh-huh
"I wanna" do the club thing like in and out in an hour
And then I'm back home banging shorty out in
right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
with me, roll with me)
With me
Yeah, uh-huh
"I wanna" do the club thing like in and out in an hour
And then I'm back home banging shorty out in
'fore you leave, hope I don't crash it
And I, I got some things I need to change by myself
I, I seem to start to put that blame on myself
I'm startin'
did to be ahead of your niggas
None
But everybody wanna grind like me
Got hella niggas in the club and she gon' whine by me
I know her nigga in
some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me,
oil
The hardboiled cats that made that Watergate
Thing go spoiled the heavy handed
Locked down stranged with Cyrus
Wu Pirates, sneak inside the club
You bitches actin like you don't care
You bitches actin like you YO
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
Golden platinum things
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