Lyrics:
You see?
You see?"
"Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Absolutely"
"I'm makin' out with you, baby"
and large bank figures
A high rank nigga shop squat taker
Maker of some hot shit lose
Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose
Truth
the sink
Do it to me
Do it to you
Do it to them
So much to see
So much to do
So little time
You're breakin' ma heart
You're makin' me cry
You're
so understand it
While I'm makin' my plans
I'm so full of desire
I've frogotten your name
I'm so full of desire
I could burst into flames
I'm so full
nigga bitch please
Cuz, we be known for makin' dem Geeees
Settin them swole, steady going gold
Whateva we release, whateva we unfold
So now you
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggas keepin it gully juss Shine
To all the ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'ma keep it gangsta
born killers, now you feel us girl
Shot is flyin, no autumn ridin, you keep on hidin
Nigga put your time in
D.O. Cannon known for makin it happen
ain't no peace
Ain't no makin' up
Bustin this 9 motherfucker
Until it's breakin' up
I told y'all bitches that I'm clickin'
I'm flippin these twankies
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried bout winnin' it
I'm worried bout makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it (and spendin' it)
Ain't no
I got you makin' the freaky style
'cause I'm just a freak then I'm up and ridin', I don't need a long relationship
Just hit it, quit it, and dip.
the time when I place a ring around your finger,
makin' you mine,
All I do is pray for that Sunday mornin' sun to shine,
When I promenade down the line
Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em
We makin' it happen, oh yeah
[Chorus:]
Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you
Things are getting weird
Things are getting tough
Nothing's makin' sense but you keep on lookin' up
They tell you to be true
You're tryin' every
you gotta look so damn good
Why you gotta look so good?
Ooh, you makin' me sick
I can never say no to them luscious lips (why you gotta look so)
Why
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows,
money's makin' money, I'm goin' from po' to mo' dough
Keep the bling, I want the brass ring, like Frodo!
Oh no, here goes Mr. Braggadocio
Next thing
Ooh, ooh
Soaking it up
Glorious light
Heaven has sent
Takin' our time
Makin' it work
Workin' on it
You are the silk and the honey
Cool
off that train, I'm makin' a fool, a fight
Work all day to earn his pay, so we can play all night
My baby takes the morning train, he works from
Ooh, I see the way that you groove
Your body's makin' the moves
Turns me inside out
Ooh, I see the way that you stare
Wind blowing waves in your
(ayy, ayy)
She drop everything she doin' when I call
Hmm, ayy, count a milli' billzos with a blindfold (blindfold)
You makin' love, nigga, you fucked
be backstage grippin' haze, breakin' my leg
My folks was makin' the best when they was naked in bed, motherfucker
One day I'm tryna have a wife
open our eyes, call a spade a spade
Someone makin’ money by keeping us afraid
Afraid of each other
Back in time we might have been
Brothers from
Missin' screws, bendin' rules like kneecaps
I don't even know what's real
I'm just being real makin' moves
You just another human being being still
Play
cross-country wit that
Thang, makin that crisp, lettin 'em hang
Bangin that 'Pac, if I die tonight
Least mama know I didn't die in vain
Cause I put up sum from
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