Lyrics:
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
that I started with nothin with all of this shit that I got
Got what you need
Bitch Im Sean Carter always got the rock
(What you mean)
We got pressure by
Hold up rewind hit a bitch three times
I dont wanna fuck just suck me no feline
Got a bitch hitting high notes no Celine Dion Bitch I feel neon
Look
Well it's Saturday night, let's spice it up
Get naughty by a doggie in the corner [?]
Hey man (you know damn well)
We want the good stuff
First
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
this beat.
I'm sorry but night night, my machete's got to eat.
Every Halloween all the monsters they sing about
Spooky stuff and things, spooky things
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I
[Chorus: Dion]
I tried to take you serious but you think I'm a fooooool
Oooh, I ain't fuckin wit youuuuuu
Cause if I ever caught you up, ain't no
won't you join me please
oh babe please
I don't like digging but now I'm on that need
I've got to get the rocking get my hat off the rack
The boogie
fly by
Girl it's time to let you know
I'm down if you want to go
We can take it nice and slow
We got until tomorrow
UK style, UK flow
We got you
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
i told my brothers
Don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system
Don't you talk to me don't scream and shout
She pray to god,
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my
Tg Fee
In a coupe flying outerspace
Bitch I feel like elon
Bitch I ball
Teach my son to ball
Shadeur sanders, dion
Marni slippers
Match the chrome
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
to be letting the money just pile up
Don't get me riled up
I got some scars on me dawg
I been through some wild stuff
And shit it was hard for me dawg
I
fly by
Girl it's time to let you know
I'm down if you want to go
We can take it nice and slow
We got until tomorrow
UK style, UK flow
We got you
Lost my love, weeks went by
Stumbling through the great unknown
Never fit in, tempted by the sin
Of setting out on my own
Sold my stuff, put the rest
broken? I'll do my best to fix it
Standin' by the station, I'm waitin'
Hate the way I'm changing, It's blatant
Fade away to nothing, I love it
Used
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna fuck
Lick it all off, lick it all up (lick it all up)
Throw that ass back, doin' yo' stuff (doin' yo' stuff)
Do
Woo
Woo
Woo
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
I know I'm the man
She got no complaints
I'm fucking her over the sink
See dead faces its frank
I keep seeing Benjamin frank
'll fight you, Try to take her from me
'Cause she's all I got
'Cause she's all I got
[Chorus]
You got
Baby you got that good stuff
Good love
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