Lyrics:
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You’re always calling, I hear your voice
It hurts my heart so I won’t pick
You’re always calling, I hear your voice
It hurts my heart so I won’t
for now
Everything will turn back around
So you don't have to stay on the ground
I'll pick you up
I'll pick you up, up
Feeling like you got
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
Now that it’s halloween season
Let’s go pumpkin picking
We don’t need another reason
When we’re out here I feel care-free
All these different
I got to get my shit right, I got to get my head right,
I got to get my mind right, pick myself up from where I started from
These thoughts
Blue I dress for every situation
Moving through the doorway of the nation
Pick me up and shake me down
Baby I can't do without
Move out
Don't
me
Just to pick up the closest thing and knock the living shit out of he
So if you run up, you get done up, I'mma end it
Throw the gun up out
We'd hit the bottom
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I'm just now finding out
What it was all about
We moved to the west
We'd hit the bottom
I thought it was my fault
And in a way I guess it was
I'm just now finding out
What it was all about
We moved to the west
That's why I'm ridin' out wit you I'll always be like
That's my soldier my lil soldier
She hold it down and I pick it up
We ballin' like an armored
the gate and went out into the big green meadow.
On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird.
''All is quiet'', said the bird.
''Holy cow! A talking
snitchin', uh (snitchin')
Snitchin'
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh
Damn
Niggas be out here snitchin', uh (Pluto)
Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown
Pick
to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make
Cook that shit up Quay
Everywhere I go the stick on me
I can't let a nigga pick on me
Lil nigga, but I'm big homie
I can't keep a nigga bitch
stepping up to her
With a pick up line
I like the freaky deaky
I like the way they freak me
Flashin' they nipples and peaches from
Out the strip bikini
I
Cue the lights
You know I've been writing every night
For the fight
You know it is bloody pick a side
We're the lights
Just because of us they will
All you need to do is hop on the subway and go, go
Let your brain leak out of your ears
Go insane nigga, punch all your peers
Ayy pick the kid up,
'cause when I heard his beat I felt Jesus force
I heard it through the wire that he made it out the coma from a fast car
It was a fast car
Yeah
Every day
Jumpin' out the window
Movin' on, groovin' on
Which way will the wind blow?
We can't be wrong, so say "So long"
Imma pick you up, Imma pick you
when you didn't pick up
Were you laughing when you made me wait
Were you out with that guy when you left me pining, staring at the phone
Well, don't come
Whyjay (ah)
(Yeah, what's next? What's next? What's next?)
What's next?
Pick up a check, flex (flex, flex, flex)
Came for your neck (woo) (lil'
In and out
In and out
Mumbling
In and out
In and out
Look
All this money coming in and out
I feel like I'ma ATM
But my racks in a shoebox, aye
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