Lyrics:
the way to the dance floor
She the main attraction so she putting on a show
He say he got that bag we know he just
Blowing smoke
Hittas trying to crack my
quickly, without taking a breath in between sips.
Hold your breath. Holding your breath for as long as possible can help to relax the diaphragm and stop
of fact
Go ahead and pack them bags and leave
I'm not into you
You better call your homies
And bitches too
Yeah, I'm not into you please stop it with
Yeah, get into the bag then I flip yeah, I just copped a couple hundred Gs on
My wrist yeah, fuck and then I dip, that's how it is
Yeah, flyin'
were some high-rolling hustlers
Tity Boi, and Dolla Boy
Playaz Circle, A.K.A., the Duffle Bag Boys
[Tity Boi (Dolla Boy)]
Uhh, I'm so sick I wrote
yeux
Et dans la ve-ca, j'étais sous whisky, j'étais sous codeine
J'suis pas le meilleur, j'suis pas un exemple mais j'fais mon possible (yeah, yeah)
possible (that you could)
[Chorus]
Stay with me
Lock the door
Take the key
Hide yours
Feel the bate
Hear the choice
Hear the choice
Hear the choice (Hey!)
as possible
Life is full of obstacles
We gonna get you through this one
You looked me in my eye (eye)
When you told me you was done
I played her for a fool
money
Life is plenty funny
For all you hard working people the day never ends
Multi-vitamins tea bags vitamin see in me
Anxious pee-ons rule-by-law
love ça c'est mon bag
Faut faire quelque chose envoye ça presse
Lâche pas bonhomme ça sera ta fête
Comprends-tu ça comprends-tu ça
Pis les États c'est
have nowhere to stay (No)
Focused 'bout my blue bills, run that bag up
We don't play niggas hatin' on me, I ain't
Got too much to say, no
(No)
I fell in
ain't dealin' with no broke nigga
Down in Miami, with a super ho team
Tryin' to bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
Down in Dallas at the All-Star
come at Neo, those are
Opinions, that’s perception
That’s tradition attacking people
From every which
Angle possible if you have a
Focus wide and master
AND it's
Not who I'm going to
Be! I hope they liked it i think they did
Chris gave me two bags of Doritos i gave
Him some bubble gum it wasn't a trade
Just
Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize
for a while
Not gambling but every now and then they'd smile
Then blow! They had Mag's
And told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people
don't need no motherfuckers shoulders to lean on
Way I ditch her pussy, I treat it like ding dong
Harder than the Kim Possible theme song
Yeah, real,
place
A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that
Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible
A thug dies, another step inside his
somebody's takin' they place
A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that
Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible?
A thug dies,
Chilling with a possible victim, she was 18
A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor store
She frequented to help support the habit picked up in
through the mall
I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit
Lock a nigga state to state with a bag of bricks, he know
Possible he could get cracked with this
the Fiend of the Fell
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag
to do?
The only thing I did wrong was make it possible
I diddy bop and make them titties pop
Out there on my bumper like a city cop
Walking out
of a bag on me
You see it doesn't really make any difference
But it's only fair that I let you know that
The man you're in love with
He's mine
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