Lyrics:
control me
Even if you wish you could
Ooooohh
Don't tell me boy uh
Don't say it boy
Ooooohh
Don't tell me boy
(I got a good thing going on)
Don't say it boy
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
Downtown,
Back in 2019 I tried to be more
Than just the Tiler's boy
Bringing out songs I thought they couldn't ignore
Written by a Tiler's boy
But it where his
to love but the boys know her name.
So hot over summer. (Whoa oh whoa).
(Hey! Hey! Hey! )
I need my sunglasses, cause she shines so bright.
(So
stand aside please
No pictures, do you hear?
No pictures of my wife
No pictures of the boy
Hey, hey Christine, why Coney Island?
Your first concert
even how to kiss me
A true me take your likkle heart by storm?
I don't know why hey baby girl
I love you, baby a just the dutty dutty love
I'm still in
So slow down baby (Hey)
I'm not your lady (Lady)
Boy you're never gonna get it from me coz I'm with someone
Slow it down
Slow it down
Oh ooh
Break down
Come on
Hey, uh
Come on
Madonna, break it
Come on boy
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll, uh
Uh, well don't
Ah
Yeah, ah
Break down, come on
Hey, uh
Come on, Madonna
Come on boy
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll, uh
Well don't
please come here, hey listen to me
Jestem ORIGI, Suma pika G, suma pika G
Pika Boy
Pika Pika Boy, Pika Pika Boy, Pika Boy
Pika Pika Boy, Pika Pika Boy
been a gypsy,
Then maybe I could read the crystal ball,
Cause surrounded by these walls,
Just makes me feel uneasy.
I said hey, Sister Moonshine
Won't
rock group for free
Hey, hey, hey all you girls in these industrial towns
I know you're probably gettin' tired of all the local clowns
They never
rock group for free
Hey, hey, hey all you girls in these industrial towns
I know you're probably gettin' tired of all the local clowns
They never
and still real
She curved me in '07 but you know I'ma still kill
Young brown boys, how we came up from Lil' Bills
If I spend a hundred K, you know that I'm
their shorts and blouses
Ha ha take off my trousers, ya
Ya don't know nothing bout this!
Ay! I'm a dope boy wit a guitar
Hey daddy can ya let me
and blouses
Ha ha take off my trousers, ya
Ya don't know nothing bout this!
Ay! I'm a dope boy wit a guitar
Hey daddy can ya let me
Ride wit' the band in
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
One of these days you gon' see me
But I've been right here all this time
(Hey, hey, hey)
You gonna reach out to touch me
But I won't be there
(Bad boys, bad boys)
Alexandra, girl, I know what you like
(Bad boys, bad boys)
Oh, oh (bad boys, bad boys)
Hey, yeah (bad boys, bad boys
aiming for the throne
No baby seats
You or ya man get it
We sending shots at ya hea
Ny style like a rude boy yankie fitted
Like bottle drinks wit no sip in
kids come to knock up on your door so
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Let 'em in (hey)
Not a day goes by
When I ain't gettin' high, they wonder
Why don't I
DJ, won't you turn di music up?
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay (hey, Mr. DJ, boy)
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All di gyal pon di
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hit me up
Hit me up
Aye, hit me up
Aye, hit me up
Aye, aye
Hit me up
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