Lyrics:
gotta send out this messages
Do right, by your girl, no flex' in
Hook
I do my best: i making move, not trying to be rude
I do my best: handle your
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down
Damn girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem jeans, dem jeans?
How'd you get all that in
hey now (hey)
Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down
Damn girl
How'd you get all that in
Dem jeans, dem jeans?
How'd you get all that in
Hennessy ganja all by the bar
girls from Lucia Madanina
they love we like alala
A l'est à l'ouest au nord au sud
Pour tous les ghetto youths la vie est
buying her pearls
Ain't about bread then I ain't the mood
I just don't care I don't mean to be rude
That girl a freak and I like it
But that girl a freak I
na na
Who that girl over there by the water Mi can tell you right now
You're flawless Mi can tell you right now you're gorgeous
I can tell that you
Merky-ky-ky-ky
Like
My bruddas don't dab, we just Vossi bop
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop
Gettin' freaky in the sheets, we're
Please don't keep me waiting,
While I'm reminiscing.
Only you can turn me on.
Verse 2
Girl said by many, understood by few.
Our lips together, stick like
lied
When I said that I would be a
Big MC by end of school term
Man thought that I lied
I'm chatting to some girls outside
Screwfacing a couple boys
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Shawty got me feeling her
I eat her by the spoon
Couple of her friends
If she really in the mood
But she know my heart
And she still call me rude
Couple
And posted up beside an empty seat by her at the bar
I said Now hey there, pretty mama, won’t you tell me your name
She gave a glance and looked away, as if
the weather meant for you
When you got all these type of moods that have you all in this bullshit
No I don't mean to be rude, but mama can we slow this down for
Bel-Air
And people always talk about
How my girl attractive
Really though that's just a big distraction
I wanna teach 'em less that, and
More about the law
you stay by my side
You make me feel much better
'Cause girl we're good together
And I tell you all too much, girl
But I want you to know what you
(Oohh oooh
Oooh Yeah)
i know you know it
but this isn't true
can say i want you by my side
but girl i ain't rude
So we just live together
and nobody
my
Point 2 fingers in the sky sky
Bout to get food get me thai thai
Rude girl stare when I drive by
We connect like the Wifi
Send a snap cause she feel
a working girl in a material world
I wake up early, don't go to bed late
But don't be fooled by my exterior state
'Cause I can rhyme a rhyme and I can bust
the way the type of tone that had u juckin'
but i ain't tryin' to be rude gone do what you do (but i)
couldn't help but notice yo body,
swingin' it hard
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
Shawty drop that thang
Yeah we all trippy off lean
Mami looking fresh and clean yeah
She a Rude girl Kudirat
Slid up on her like I was an immigrant
mine
Cut to the chase we can't waste no time
If I ever lose your heart then girl I retrieve it
Hoping you stay by my side
That you never leave it
Number
Don't get me down
It's night on the town
Come take a ride, go the by your side
Don't front lil' baby
Baby girl don't front lil' baby
Baby girl don't
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