Lyrics:
Real talk, Usher
Just Blaze
Oh, oh oh
Mmm, you're gonna want me back
It's the last words she said to me
Now I'm wishing she was still here
boom boom kumbaya
Vroom vroom zoom by ya
Me and all me goon brada
Mario brother shroom power make me doom doom da da
This bullshit daughter caught
The more you the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah (let me warm it up for ya)
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's
she's number four
There's number three just by the door
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
She was selling speedboats in
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Damn near a hunnid
From a couple summers
This ain't usher money
Steady flipping
I need to hit a licc
To get that usher money
I appreciate
Bonnie and Clyde just a little more low key
With you by my side I would never get lonely
He real good at night, his game never phoney
Don’t ghost me I’m
She can bring her friends too
We ain't talking might do
I be deep inhaling you
Yeah
Stiff dicks feel sweet, true
Yeah
Usher in the hoes my boo
Yeah
He
seconds, minutes, hours
14. Pray in the coming days that I never cower
15. cnd I pray the same for you, strengthened by his power
(Hook)
Pray for me, Pray
get the picture
I'm withcha (oh)
See, this is for my folks who hold the fence up
The preachers, ministers, deacons, ushers and the sisters
My granny
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the Coliseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
she's number four
There's number three just by the door
Those in the know, don't even flatter her, they go one better
She was selling speedboats in
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
him
See it on the bush let it burn like Usher
Click, click, bang you can end the discussion
Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
a world of sanitizers and preservatives forever
Brain exterminated through the whiskers (kiss & blow)
Ditched, I blank NY alone
We usher in the salts
Chillin in the backseat, please drive slow
Feeling at peace I keep my eyes closed
Don't ruin this by talking bout things you don't know
Reality a show
The game 'bout to change, Usher
Whoa, man (y'all are somethin' else)
Yeah
A lotta women
You know they say y'all do it better than us
(And I
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