Lyrics:
sorry
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him
Tell me I should live without him
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
He's not
sorry
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him
Tell me I should live without him
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
He's not
inna di bag
Young nigga just came from di trap yeah yeah
Move white girl like mi name Celine Dion
Neva gonna stop till I see some millions
Trapping out
backstage passes
Wearin diamonds around my glasses leather coat
Thirty thousand from Wilson countin the mill's
I'm talkin to Andre Harrell with
been dropping Sh*t baby like Celine dion
E tell me felicon
Now I pull up cylinder I light up my candle
Yea
I with I know
I don't talk I don't know
Don't
Dion Bitch I feel neon
Look at my wrist quick thats the time I be on
Is you really with this baby you can be honest
Bitch Im way beyond this petty shit
by that (Uh)
Cuz nigga, I'm walkin' down on the opps (No cap)
You ain't outside, posted at the dugout (Got a glock on my dick)
Got a glock on my dick,
but I'm good when I'm alone
Baby need a touch up baby bout to blow
Maybe I'm a fuck up maybe she a hoe
She feeling too hot she look like Celine Dion
Now
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him
Tell me I should live without him
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
He's not like the others
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
bang me some Maze
Maybe O'Jays, hoes be goin crazy
Some say I'm lazy, wanna have my baby
Ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my Glock
bang me some Maze
Maybe O'Jays, hoes be goin crazy
Some say I'm lazy, wanna have my baby
Ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my Glock
move different when you dealing with a thug
I know it's hard just promise you won't give up
You was right by my side but for some reason you missing now
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
have my baby, ain't gone get me locked down
I can't get locked, hold my Glock
Ima come down, hustlin rocks on my block
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
the curtains closed
Al Patron
What I'm sippin on
Celine Dion
Way I got her cummin
Lights out
Pipe down
When I pipe down
Then I finish
Yea we talkin Ice now
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
laser beams
Never caught my record clean
Tell yo gang do it like me
We break down your door don't need a key
Money Dion like Celine
I thug alone don't
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
and I sing like Celine Dion
Diamonds ruby red so when I die my heart goes on
Put me in the grave with all of my bitches' thongs
And when I die, make sure
Shake your rump
Get down
Get up
Shake your rump
Get down
Get up
Shake your rump
Get down
Get up
Shake your rump
Get down
Everybody get up
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