Lyrics:
you a check
Imma pay off all your debt
Don't get fooled by these baguettes
I'm a rapper baby
Niggas treat me like the adapter baby
I'm plugged so when
Verse 1:
Do not hate the player
Do not even hate the game
Do not declare war you're flippin' insane
This world's not to be blamed by you goin' insane
just might be
I know you never ever met a player quite like me, cause
[Chorus 2X: Paul Wall]
I'm a sweet talker, I'm a pipe layer
I'll sweat you out
Baby all I want is you
[You,you,you,you]
All I want is you[You,you,you,you,you]
(x3)
[Baby you're all I want]
See the years just keep passing us
Confessions
All of this sauce like I work at concessions
Ninety on the freeway tryna hit the I-Ten by ten
So you can hop in the drop
Then hop out the drop, head
and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let
and Chrissy
We was kissin and cussin
It was ten below
Timberland
Ginuwine
Missy hoe
Get the bag
TT
Set it off here we go
Queen and slim
Us baby never them
of one thing, and that's losing you
Alicia keys to your usher, girl you'll always be my boo
Why don't you give me a sign lemme open yo mind
Girl you ten
Pay me rent hoe
My whip big dream
Dripped lorenzo
See me ten things
By the window
Mark me new king
Word to prince tho
Don't care my world
Pay me rent
got to keep
Don't care my world
Pay me rent hoe
My whip big dream
Dripped Lorenzo
See me ten things
By the window
Mark me, new king
Word to prince tho
ten groove
Rozpalić w sercu ogień
Wejdź ze mną do tej samej rzeki
Poznasz mój lud który tu czuje się jak ryba w wodzie
Na co dzień podróżuję po światach
Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert
He usher dirt to the kick circus
Deflected labor ethic questions peeled
At the field workers
(Is it raw?) Please does
drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw?
a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've
a MAC-10
(gang, gang, uh)
Take her to the room gotta text me
(yeah, yeah, uh)
Nigga talking down better speak up (hoo)
Get his ass shot like a vaccine
(ooh,
(I don't need friends, they disappoint me)
(Rizzi, turn me up!)
Don't wanna fantasize
When I looked in your eyes
It caught me by surprise
Made me say
got stans
I got a regime
Check out my stance
Prince Naseem
I know you connin
El-Amin
Bitch I got X-Pac on my team
Hit at your Bronco
Fuck the lil Buster
church
You may be rich or poor
You may be the biggest man in this town
You may be an usher you may be a choirman
I don't know who you are but you need God
the misses
Easier to form the electric connections
[Hook] x3
When you got someone who can fight for you
Give you what you need
Know your every move
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or
An invitation to a nightclub for some minglin
But
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or an invitation
To a nightclub for some minglin'
Then
to make a move
Time for the nation, it's time for the groove
[Professor X]
No justice, no peace!
The definition; you DICK, with a nightSTICK
Here's a Nat
Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen
X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo
Pet cemetery in electric fresco
Abaddon threshold flesh-forged in
Yeah, smooth in the groove
Yo, whassup, man, what's up?
What's goin' on man, what's happenin'?
Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur
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