Lyrics:
me
I don't believe in religion
But I'll be devoted to you
I ain't got much time left
But I just want you to want me too
Tie your hands around my neck
Pockets on fit, got athletic paper
Backwoods swole like a bodybuilder
Ayy, bitch, I got tools like Bob the Builder
Shorty gave me neck, she a throat giver
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
them be
I'm too nice, too smooth, too fresh hoe
Got no time to reduce to your level
I'm too wise to be fool by the devil
B-B-Baby you cute, but I'm just
God knows why why why why why
Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey,
boost the volume
Up to the max
Yeah I swear
She's frickin mixed perfect
The other girls
They flirt the wrong tracks
And I hit it like
Baby got a body
'm gone smoke today?
I'ma kill all my hatters
Which one ima smoke today?
In la like the lakers, smoking by the staple center
In la like the lakers, smoking
cookin'
Baa-by girl
Got her wrapped around my finger
Sowed up like a singer
Baa-by girl
I make every nigga irrelevant
I'm sex intelligent
Sex
too
Extra'd out i easily coulda hired a
Lady who sings opera or got one of
The female singers who hit's runs
And coulda, I'm runnin' I'm runnin', just
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
her out to dinner
Fuck on a Ferris
Got her singing but she's not a singer
Shawty is bad, never make her cry
I'm feeling good cause she's by my side
I’ll take one question i wanted
To vibe off an idea, and then I
Can riff off of that…they said I’ve
Got 20 minutes or so, i might go longer
OK,
one
but sometimes the nit-picking is done
by one who shares the same religion
Cos they race to see my race before religion
I also get shunned by
raised money by givin car washes
[singers]
Ooh zoom, I like, to flap my wings
where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love, that I
It's shakin' like I'm pulled over by a white cop
It shakin' like a virgin, 'bout to give up the box
Told 'em this ass a miracle, like my name Watts
I
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
stutter
But you know I came out the gutter
You know you ain't seen this kind of cutter
It got all of these attachments
I might just blam shit
I might just
've been to San Antone
But the worst by far than I've ever
Been was when I've been alone
Tomorrow night I'm in Austin I've
Got some old friends there
Cause
fucking wit no snakes, I got Gucci on my collar
Yeah young nigga I’m shot caller, young boy on a roll I’m top scholar
I Dior her and got her some Prada, I
good This is your birthright: to fail to understand Religion asserts itself in a dance between cortices Faith is electricity The mind's ear is what I
comin'
No diggity, here I is boo, what?
[Singer] Cause it feels good
Ain't no-bo-dy, like Hea-vy, uhh, uhh, uhh
You got me open like a book, shook,
I'm a let one of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto
My nigga Rick James!
[Rick James, (Background singers)]
When I was
Can’t waste all my time wit these bitches
Cause feelings always gone be changing
You can tell by the way that I’m grinding
When I die going out
my daughter"
She and I went on the run
Don't care about religion
I'm gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border
She was Nancy
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