Lyrics:
yeah, yeah
Don't play around I know you never had it like this
I'm finna lay it down on you right quick
Know I'm finna give it to you, finna give you some
real, you already know what to do me
Let's go
My nigga got a pint now, I'm pulling up on the west end
Face card digital, Challenger with the FN
my eyes are wide
See eye, oh see my heart
Mod-dern Witch I are
Delightful miss amor, señor señor
Be mine, oh be my art..
I'm gonna make it work, for
bitches
I'm LeBron on you niggas 'cause scorin' is my shit, boy
I'm young Kobe 'cause I be dishin'
I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy
Fuck, you niggas talking money?
Why the fuck you niggas talking money?
Fuck, you niggas talking money?
You broke niggas talking money?
I'm
and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I'm
Girl how you doin'? I like how you're movin'
And keep on doin' cause you're doin' it right
You 'bout your business, I'm just tryna get in it
So what
Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing
'Cause sometimes all my days are filled with rain
As I travel down life's higway, things ain't going my way
Well I'm Standing In The Fire again
Everybody knows I'm a workin' man
In some ways it's either sink or swim
These days I don't mind givin' in
You get
I used to believe everything I read (x3)
But that's all changed 'cause now I'm stepping out
That's all changed 'cause now I'm
Stepping out (x3)
I
you screamed and you cried
I'm still waiting to be loved
I'm still hoping there's enough
A constant wanting to be loved
To be loved
To be loved
after all
I'll never let another teardrop fall
I'm done, I'm done
Said I'm so done
I'm so done
I'm so done
I'm free, I'm free
Said I'm so free
I'm so
Jim, Freekey (uh)
Yeah man, I'm back at it
C'mon
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
What?
King of the Ghetto what they call me cause I rule this Bitch (rule this Bitch)
I'm bout business I don't participate in foolishness
I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
You put my food in the dark
And expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
Fuck I look
It's not too late
'cause I'm not ready to break up
I try to call
But you don't hear at all
I'm sending roses
I'm sending blood red roses
This
yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I kinda make you wish that we were still in love, love, love
So what, what I'm tryin? to say to you,
Every part in my heart I'm giving out
Every song on my lips I'm singing out
Any fear in my soul I'm letting go
And anyone who ask I'll let them know
[Hook: Red Cafe]
I'm so fly, so fly
You might see a nigga if you look up in the sky like
There he go, (there he go), there he go, (there he go),
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
Workin' for the company
I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
I'm gonna have a fantasy
But where am I gonna look
I don't feel bad
I don't feel lonely
I'm just glad it?s over
I don't need your love, I don't want it
Heaven is up above
And I'm upon it without you,
it's a realization
When you find out you don't even wanna look at yourself
[Chorus:]
Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?
I'm losing my
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it's all I'm thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it's all
Plead with my saint
Wash his hands and feet
Find his complaints
Make this world complete
And this heaven that I'm making
Can't come quickly
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