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I'm blowin' smoke just don't tell my p.o.
My heater sing like neyo, my diamonds dance like usher
She bad just like meagan good yeah I'm tryin' to crush

I'm blowin' smoke just don't tell my p.o.
My heater sing like neyo, my diamonds dance like usher
She bad just like meagan good yeah I'm tryin' to crush

Yea,
Yea,
Look,
I don’t gotta walk around town with a vest
This my hood all these niggas can attest
But once they see a nigga they put lead to my

Play on my confidence but it just don't phase me
Trust my providence and the lineage that raised me
Cali to Hawaii, let me hear you go crazy
Connected by

Leave their heads spinnin' like a break dance
Lookin' at you funny, tryna shake hands
Old hoes turnin' into great fans
I'm the same man they used to diss

Right on time
Where my mama
Where my money
When my grind
Get a stupid silly shorty
Don't know how but imma find
I'm behind
Not for long
Watch your

the plate to the face, boy, are they high
Give a fuck about your rules, you don't tell me what to play by
38 special, no salad, hot potato, on it
This track

follow
Put on your dancing shoes no sorrows
Tomorrow gon come tomorrow go go
Just as wahala gon come wahala go go
So dance away your sorrow don't run

Would never ever be like I be
Swiftly, improved with my sick moves

I dont dance
You know that shit
One, two, step clap my hands
Easily impressed
By what

call my mama
Tell her your boy’s okay
Since 4 years old, grown to connect dots
Take a drug to act normal again
It took a Ritalin binge, to convince
That

too many and I been betrayed
Gotta get this shit by any means, It ain't no other way
You play, you lay, them hollows make you dance like you do ballet

up the cleanest, my punch is the meanest
Measure me by my nuts ‘n penis
That’s a request from a genius, finna be the best
I attest a fighter that don’t

Picture me ridin', stop hidin'
Let the pride in
'Cause the mask of truth covers your face
But that is all, but that is all you wear tonite

Mama gone, diva

yea bands on me girl
I love it when you dance on me girl
Girl whats that tonight that your wearing
When she go out everybody staring
But you know that

Do a lil dance for some cash b
You’re calling me too much
You’re moving fast b
If I hit it once Then she gone stalk me
Holy moly
I don’t give a fuck if

more 
dance with high keys 
up above 

CHORUS 

don’t you think I left you
(still got love)
you ain’t never left my heart 

everyday I miss you 
(can’t

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Feel so good, feel so smooth, feel so nice
We can fly through the night mama
Long as you jus stay by my side

The way Shawty dance right now, she on her stripper vibe
Whenever you put on that dress, you showing your stripper side

Right after I get this money, I'm

the day that I die

13 like Briscoe 
Choppa make em dance 
Soul train do the disco
You ain't pay the rent though
Mama told me lil boy 
You gotta stay down

coming
Bumming with the time allotted
Can you grow?
You were plotted
Can you mold?
There's a potter
Don't make Mama call you by your full name
Answer

your solo, solo entertainer
Just keep your body next to me
I know your mama told you bout them singers
I'll make you Holly Rock like your name was Sheila

think that you're a star but I can't help but wait
Can't come between your man cause I don't want any hate
Back in ‘05 with B5 “All I Do”
I couldn't wait

Uh, What the fuck is wrong, why your hair and nails so long
I've been waiting for you bout 5 minutes, what took you so long
Mama taught you how

Do I Look Like a Slut? [James Think You're a Slut Mix]

Avenue D

Badd Inc.

2003

when I shake and dance
There's a party in my pants
Shit, I like your daisy dukes
I think they're real classy

Do I look like a slut?
Is it the way