Lyrics:
(Bobby Soxer)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four
Fight
Stick to the B-E-A T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y T
Catching all the lights
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
you don't deny
You and all your guys dey hold my love
For your ransom
Can't deny girl
Me I want some
But your lies can't go undone
I've been up since
guy-uy-uy right next to you,
I'm your Mr. Right,
Make me that guy-uy-uy,
No one else will do
Cause when you're by my side,
My heart goes,
next to Jim
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
And everybody in that place looked just about
LIKE A FOUNTAIN
GRABBED HER HEELS AND CLOTHES AND MADE FOR THE DOOR,
I THINK SHE'S CUTTING THROUGH THE BACK, I'M TOO SHOCKED TO REACT
BY THE TIME I
mountain of this bread to recruit some new football players
While yo brothers dying next door from having a lack of paper
That's cap
I went driving by my
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
family with my wife
Can’t do none of that if I’m having fun getting high
Show the world I can be that guy
Escaped that lifestyle and look I made it by
With
Can't even share with you all the things that I know
Memories they come to me slow my tears begin to flow
Snake lived right next door to me that was
Charlie man I had Whitney
Had Bobby man I had Britney
Criminal pickney now I got large amounts
Boy I need a different account
I cannot sit in the house
All
weekend at their local next door
The promoter asks how many tickets I could sell
I say 'the biggest crowd you've ever had'
But then I sell only two
baby I'm a star
I don't even gotta dance
RHUDE boy, nice fit
Traxedo on the pants
And your Ex guy can't do it like me
Next guy can't do it like me
You
Right on the other side of the door
Is the answer
So get inside the music
And put your hands up
Guess it's up to you you you you you
You play by your
of Grammy
Winners discussing they singles
Some people love you, some people hate you
Some people need you
Some people act like they know you
But they can’t
Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon,
Ooh
Oh yeah yeah
She wants more
Said she wants more than fireworks tonight
More like than a stick of dynamite
And everyone from next door can hear
[Chorus:]
Momma I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no.
But I'm in love with the boy next door.
Momma, please understand
And momma I'm so
like instant messenger
You've got mail nah nigga you got shells
And my Mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
I know where you wanna go, I'm gonna take you to a place far from your home
A dark place inside called the black lodge by those guys
Where the floors
to Mississippi
I really can't tell if dude missed me
Probably stretched out on the floor
With an empty bottle of whiskey
Next to his earlobe
More reason why my
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