Lyrics:
siga
Louis V
Sin el sol brillamo' como VV, yeah
Lo que tú me pida', sí, sí, sí, sí
Vamo' pa' Bahama', sí, sí, sí, sí
Fendi
Desde que te vi puse
20K (uh-huh), she spent that on her butt (butt, uh-huh)
Light thirty-five hundred, I spent that on my Buffs (7 Mile, uh-huh)
It's 21 4L, dummy, bitch,
'cause time waitin' on nobody
Three-five, I'm rollin' to get my lungs right
It seem like the gunfight's the fun life
Ain't no love life, all these
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life
Sixteen, clumsy
Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin' goin' down
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin' goin' down
better than T.V.
[Chorus]
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They've enlisted all their
plans no.
It's something I don't understand oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
Oh what is this thing that is happening to me.
And as I'm
I've been waiting every night after school
For five long years, five long years!
I'll keep waiting there for five nights a week
'Cause I'm no fool
hold her tight
But she lives on the twentieth floor uptown
The elevator's broken down
So I'll walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six,
Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin' goin' down
and you'll forget
The broken window, t.v. set
It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I've got a wife
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Everybody likes my Rocket 88
Babe we'll ride in style movin' all along
A V8 motor baby, it's modern design
Black convertible top and the girls don't mind
Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite
Ey yo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5
it, a nigga gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, fuck the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers
The bitch called, my blood curdled
years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life
understand, oh
F-E-E-L-I-N-G-C-A-double-L-E-D
L-O-V-E, what is this thing that is happening to me?
So what do I do?
I've got a slightly sick feeling in
better than T.V.
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They've enlisted all their family.
better than T.V.
[Chorus]
Judy's in the bedroom, inventing situations.
Bob is on the street today, scouting up locations.
They've enlisted all their
Two years 'til twenty-five
Better get it before I'm dry
Two years past thirty-five
He can get it, he can get it, he can get it
My boss is married
me (ayy)
Silly when I get a chi chi
HD and I'm silly (uh)
Five figure for the settle (uh)
Six figure for the metal (uh)
Seven figure for
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