Lyrics:
at my house
Baby girl let's roll to the after party, to the after party at my house
There's an after party? Where's the after party? There's an after
If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's
and the house too
Now how bout you?
Get away from me and let me clear my mind
This is hurtin' me just to visit you one more time
I know you fine but I ain't
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself?
To the point I should hate everything I do love
Should I hate living my life inside
ass dog by the screen door
Your girl walking 'round my house
Wearing nothing but my watch and my mink coat, yeah
Now everybody throw a five, throw
thing to do is just shout
Like I'm dying please
Tell these motherfuckers that there's no one like me
Take a step in my mind you'll be haunted by demons
me by the tail, tail, tail
I'm not going to tell you my story
But it's too long to say because my name is Wayde
She wouldn't stop man. My story's too
Yo jazzy whats happening man
Yo ice cream tee is that jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
Yeah tey made that rap tune girls aint nutin but trouble
Those
invisible
Near the seventh tier but leaving
I took a stance
My ability to break a trance is developed
She seen something different in him, she just
on left side
Tell that she loves me, look me up in my eyes
My heart for you is big girl, blowin' up by size
I really wanna take it slow but it was love
Go head, go head
Go head, go head
Go head, go head
Go head, baby girl go head
Go head, go head
Go head, go head
Go head, go head
Go head
Nakuu) You been running round in my head
I got 100 reasons
It might be your beauty your voice or the way that you walk
Girl all this loving you can keep
than a rose
Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
To let me know if the panties was droppin
and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I'm there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited
fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
clothing
But my head full of emotions
Always had a house but it never felt like home
My mind is like the dessert and all i do is roam
Baby why does it feel
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
regular
Spill everything
I would never believe
We'd be burning it down
Fueling the flames of the furnace and drown
Haunting my head I'm still hearing
under my pillow
You walk by my window, I see your silhou-ette
Candle light is what I desire
But all I get to do is fix your flat tyre
When you ring my
Ayy Meek Milly, is my niggas there? (Yeah)
Is there some bitches there? (Yeah)
Is that Cîroc there? Woo, woo (yeah)
Well let's go
I tell her
of (but we like it girl)
Girl I want you to know
I can't get you out of my head (I can't get you out no)
My head my head (said I can't get you out no)
people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
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