Lyrics:
the four
You ain't got to make that drive hell I'll meet you at the store
Look on the back seat and you'll see it on the floor
I grind by any means baby I
your hair
Lay you down, and hit it right there
Lay you down, and hit it right there, oh, oh
That ain't my girl, but I got the key
To the crib
So many ladies (Yea, I go by the name of Cassidy)
Ladies (And I got love for the ladies)
Ladies
Ladies (Fo' real)
Ladies (Remix)
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody in my city on top of me
So if my flow is this crazy, this beat is bipolar
I got love for you baby, but you fucked me over
All them views that
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
headed south
But it ain't stop me
And all these people hatin'
It ain't stoppin' me
These people who talk
They don't bother me
But if you wanna see
I
on to same game that I know
But you gotta hustle hard or it ain't finna go
It ain't a nigga fault, if you ain't up on yo job
But we all got the same 24
From the gun
To the grave
To the snow
FRANKLIN
LINCOLNS
Sniffin
DOPE
Where da fuck
Is hope Bob?
Youngins ain't got
NO JOBS
Ridiculousness
Lemme show you
been a bitch in my life
I got a partner that be touting
You ain't gone catch him without his pipe
My other homie he be pimping different hoes every night
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
Call curly and I finna be Working
Giving looks like I'm Causing a traffic
If you see me now imma Draft you a caption
Grinding hard like im Keeping it
of the land and seas
Has decreed, you are a masterpiece
The Master's peace made me whole, I'm a whole masterpiece
Yahweh, there ain't no other way, if you
You the wrong one, but the right type
Low key, then you fell for the night hype
Going live, your version of the limelight
How I'm always late when I
to say
Please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay
And two semi autos
And connects in the jets
Like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think
sell no keys
Bro told told me they gon' play my music overseas
And bro told me I was tripping he ain't just agree
You know they really be yo bros when
to my other side piece uh
Lonely
Low key
Nobody loves the way
That you love me
Lonely
Low key
Fucked up baby yeah
On a sweet dream
Piece by piece
I try
Everything na vibes when you a toxic nigga
Slingin dick, providing affection, stand by with the attention
You my girl just ain’t no title
I make
I ain’t the nigga to cap
You can not follow my pace
Yea I got a thing for the cash
I’m hungry I love how it taste
Yea
5,5,5 we spinnin
Yea
Ya got
see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga
Don't wanna see you with that 45 unless you gon' ride
If I say you gon' die motherfucker I
Top: 07
Theme: Idol Favorites
Original: Alicia Keys
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You could buy me diamonds
You could buy me pearls
Take me on a cruise around the world
Baby,
in key
They call me AltBoyZay
With my brother Ray
I'm on the grind today
I got no time to waste
All these fakes in LA
I'm in Seattle by today
Oh you
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
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