Lyrics:
make sure that you're ready (Are you ready?)
To receive it in your right hand
And take your place among
The righteous of man (Of man)
No, you can't take
to success
As soon as I put on my jester hat ima start the circus and you're my fool
2 years in college they said I matured but I'm still causing trouble
me all your secrets
You're the one that I could trust
And if you need someone to lean on
I could be your crutch
When you're with me I feel so secure
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
You were walking around with a pretty face
And your head buried in your hands
I said, "I don't know why but I'm getting the vibe
You're someone who
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
hand)
I can tell that you're tired of being lonely (yeah)
Take my hand don't let go, baby, hold me (yeah)
Come to me and let me be your one and only
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
bout what I never do
I had a jumper y'all were Adam twenty two
And I don't say this all to sound hot
They say you'll find who you are by understanding
to the occasion
You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beef
'No fingerprints' is how my expert-ass be
While I'm at it, I'mma stand my ground right here
sure
They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
Medical
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Flip]
Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south candy paint bumper grill
shame in her blood just tequila and vod
Im just happy that you’re mine (mine)
(Chorus/)
Ebony
Don’t give yourself to none else but me
Late nights
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
to find them
We had no DVD
No internet
No BBD
Not a thousand different channels on TV
No 5G panels
We made friends
And you are one of them
You are one
sights, my thoughts, what I like on my fork
'Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands
sights, my thoughts, what I like on my fork
'Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands
But soon as I let in you let go for someone new
Ahh ahh, Ahh ahh
So used to half love I'm desensitized
But I never really had you
I could tell by your
and the fine hands down
You ain't running shit
But the circus, you're a clown
I got red dots
See if you can dodge beams
You're like Marberry
No one wants you
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
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