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Oh oh Anna Lee
You ain't gonna miss this train tonight
She's a nymphomaniac caboose squeeze
I'm gonna run it
I'm gonna run it
Run that Voodoo
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy sees Uncle Charlie
Little boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I don't
Hot wax drippin'
Honey what do you say
I got a brand new record
That I gotta play
She says not now boy
But I did anyway
'Cause I'm ready, so
Started from the bottom
My girl in a bikini
We in Cabo San Lucas
Drinking Martinis
All this water on me
Think we in Fiji
I'm like John Cena
You can't
boogie
Swallow down that pride
Cough it up like a loogie
Jumping to conclusions
But ya Vert a
Lil Uzi
Gonna miss ya calling if you keep up with
had a darier larger, than all out day can
So if you wanna, I'm thinking you oughta
jiggle that ass hard, till the walls vi-brating
I love the way you
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Josephine, what's wrong, baby?
Come on...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, what your momma gonna think of you girl?
Her little baby's all
and nuts
Stupid bitch bragen till her baby dad went nuts
And now were looking for me, 2 cars deep
Rollin up on niggas
Barrel out da window, asking (you
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy C's Uncle Charlie
Little boo, but God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I done
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
on the drum
And hey, hey if everybody crowd around the mike
I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got
First I'm gonna start off like that, hey help
Mimi, Gigi, Yvette or Yvonne
Gonna buy me a beer, here's to you Miss Saigon
Yvonne, Yvette, Fifi, Mimi, Kim, Gigi!
Attention, s'il vous plait!
By
'cause when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!
And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!
I figure like this...It's just me against
just to spill all the tea
I'm not gonna let you do, do that to me
Gonna fuck up your life, like
John Tucker Must Die, like
Gone Girl, taking you by
hold me down
Gonna hear them say
Oh, oh okay
I be that, you know I'm wit it
You know I'm ready to ride
You know I'm down for whatever
I'm right by
daddies will
Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it
I'm a speed king you go to hear me sing
I'm a speed king see me fly
Saturday night and I
would never even miss me (miss me)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles (that's right)
But still my
would never even miss me (miss me)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles (that's right)
But still my
I'm livin' kinda swell
I thought you was the one, yeah
I thought you was my baby
Now I see through your games
And I know you're tryin' to play
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