Lyrics:
the eyes
and say...
[Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge]
Girl your so off the chain. You took the
freighter straight out the game. Now I
know what
the eyes
and say...
[Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge]
Girl your so off the chain. You took the
freighter straight out the game. Now I
know what
Favoritism to my younger sibling, thinking
"I wonder if he even love me" i love you
I just got a fucked up way of showin' it
'Cause she don't even love me like
your eye's bruised
Easy murder a man
He's a good MC but he can't write tunes
Shouting like the mic ain't switched on
Is that him or Mr wong? You
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
head I'm the boy who lived
The boy love playing when the boy too sick
Reclining on a prayer, I'm declining to help
I've been lying to my body can't
Fabolous, Jagged Edge
Don't be fooled
I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything
I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl,
through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge
Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody
through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge
Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody
through my head
Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge
Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner
We went in, came out, now everybody
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
like the Escapade (uh huh)
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade (uh huh)
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
to move
On the Lord's route
Yo
Narrows the way
And truth is displayed
Honesty
Discipline
With a fresh pair of shades
You sip haterade
Man I can't stand
love me by the shit that she said
And the shit that she did but I live on the edge
My brotha gotta drop and he been smoking like Craig
I hope his P.O
to Pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence
Who the fuck 'gon touch it? If Snoop won't puff it?
The streets don't love it, your peeps won't plug it
I took it
hoppin like a 6-4 juiced up
Keep it poppin from the Tunnel to the plush
So So Def, yeah that's us
[Jagged Edge]
Tell me how can you, believe everything
I don't really care if you cry
I'm just gonna tell another lie
Even if you look me in my eyes
Either way our love is gonna die
Push me to the edge
from my man, he can't be eighty proof
When he ask me throw it back, I tell him absolutely, oh, oh (yeah)
I know you want what you want, need what you
twin and he brought his bandana
Now them hoes think we're Jagged Edge tryna link up with the set
and they wanna get it all on camera
Bitch, this ain't no
like the Escapade (uh huh)
And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade (uh huh)
Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he?
I even dig yo' man's style, but I love
him well
Now I got a jagged rim
Deepthroat, throat, like 80 D's
Breaking backs 'til he squeal
If my dick and my titties just don't sell
I bet my fatty
and Jagged Edges than Ringo
I used to run numbers in line they called me bingo
Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old asses like sharpeis,
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