Lyrics:
your face
It's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
Need you baby, need you baby, need you baby...
[Not on the video version:]
What am I to do with my
extra wine
This would be a crime if we don't turn up all the time uh
Brother's gripping poles so you know they be my slimes
Running out of gas bih I
psycho
Ay, you know that I'm like Nintendo when I be switching up my moves
Everybody wanna go and talk their shit
But you know that I can never fucking
Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
Miss guarded heart, Miss Independents
I knew you way before you became Miss Valents
I was Mr. Apprehensive
One
little Joshua Gosh
I wish I could of told you to not do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name
And this was supposed to be my first
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
frank mueller
No aim just spray I pray my shooter
Gone get him if not more money on his head and he passed
This a MR2 I assume I'ma crash
In a penthouse
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
down she say she like the big one, meet her right now do you know I gotta get one?
To give me brain like a G, she loves my hair pressed like
another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart
they're like part security and part put down. I'm there looking at my passport. The guy sees like, Oh welcome Mr. Cohen. Okay, are you flying alone? And I
Trinity
Selling from the truck
I'm in the cut like Mr. T
Yes, I solve my problem
Yes, I solve them all today
I look for a cause, you look for a better pay
of a third eye
The silent sleep, and wicked
I work you niggaz out like physics, I blast out from the heart
of Brooklyn, like an arrow, just stick to my
a familiar sceneries
I smell the gun smoke
I watched a homie watch his son smoke
I seen the sun set on my set
I seen one 'Ru and one Loc
One slip and one
Mitt
I'm the head of state, you're like a head of cabbage
'Bout to get smacked by my stimulus package (haha)
You're a bad man with no chance, you
. Sofroni, large, too white, cold-eyed, looked at her
Will you buy my hair? asked Della
I buy hair, said Mrs. Sofroni
Take your hat off and let me take a look
It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I don't give a flying fuck
About a chump, 'cause this heart only pumps cool-Aid
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
One years old and his first words were mine, mine gimme
Two years old, he was walking, three years
A Hell Of A Fire
Got To Mess Around And Take Ya All Higher
My Clientele Climb The Great Big Boost
I'm The Give It All And Turn It Loose, Huh
All You Fly
give Mr. Tyler
Nicholas Casey
The cue to go
Leave you boxed in
Like a cubicle
Cause I gave you shoes
You know
And a little designer
To match and go
Brick by brick just like Franklin saint
Try to tell me what I am imma show what you ain't
Imma pop my shit every chance I get
Ain't nobody make me this
my heart it believes in you
Every part of every thought
Leads me straight to you
(She gives him the sketch that he gave
To her during the drawing
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