Lyrics:
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
ts prescription I keep da Glock up on my side 30 rounds that clip extended play w/ us ts get wicked dirty white rocks stuff in my bridges I got black
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
is black roses
White rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues
You say that somebody really loves
Slide into the SV like a DM
Bounce off the wall like a reverb in the deep end
Wrote the essay never made a thesis
She stopped showing love
the streets
Amma trap for life
Like polo Ts buss a pack of white
Just shot two youths for the cause
Had to make it spark like July 4
In love with my wife
But I
arms crossed over his breast.
When he walked over the meadows
He was stifled and soothed by his own rhythm.
By the river
His eyes were aware
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
never learned her name
But she's called the Spanish Fireball
While she kept rhythm with her hips
From her ruby lips came a love song so bright
never learned her name
But she's called the Spanish Fireball
While she kept rhythm with her hips
From her ruby lips came a love song so bright
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
never learned her name
But she's called the Spanish Fireball
While she kept rhythm with her hips
From her ruby lips came a love song so bright
Everybody loves to dance with another summer romance
Uh baby
Everybody likes to move all the fellas having the groove
Uh baby
Everybody move your
Open wide and take your fucking medication
yeah
I love money I'ts so
I love money I'ts so
I love money I'ts so
I love money I'ts
Cold
Hard cash got me
"can"
In love with
Spins you round and blunts your mind with
That's tequila
Isn't it plain to see
That it will set you free
And you'll never want to stop
need is black roses
White rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues
You say that somebody really
rockin' the mic check
Who's up next? Not impressed by their lyrical disconnect
So I stride on the scene with my plain white tee
No bling, no Gucci, just
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
in there own blood
Poor out 40s blaze up a dub
When your showing your homies love
Heavy influence by thugs
Leads to distribution of drugs
When they
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run
I'm taking chances
Not faking my culture
The rhythm it dances
I love your wisdom
I love your mind
White boys are babies (not my kind)
This lust in
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