Lyrics:
If you don't know, this what swag is (swag)
So much swag, "swag" could be my ad-lib (swag)
I do it for the real, so they rock with me (yeah)
I'm in
without a woman's touch
Ah Miss Yo-Yo so what gives
I hear females always talkin about women's lib
Well get your own crib
And stay there
Instead of having
[Backing ad-libs unscripted]
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'll don't know??
There's nothin' real about these niggas in this game...
This is it...
the West Side cheered I peel libs
What prayin' that you do hill when I all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch
But I hit it with
See, conversation's better than bein' lonely
So I try my best to ad-lib
I told the joke about the woman
Who asked her lover "Why is your organ so
be two to see it through
(repeat and ad lib)
really did this kinda thing before, have you?
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous.
--- Instrumental with ad libs. ---
They left the bar, and got in
Lib burns birth certificate papers.
Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the dealer,
Who's pubic to the world but involved in high finance.
Sister's
de, dee do de de
I get so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, yeah
Got to be some good times ahead
(Ad lib section!)
C'mon baby
Dee do de de, dee do de de
I
What in the world are you waiting for
Are you waiting for a sign
Grab my hair, take me home
Let me know you're mine
None of this woman's lib for
And have a seat at the beach and kick back
[Chorus] - w/ ad libs
(girls, girls, girls)
All we really want is girls, girls, girls
Can you help us find
Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
[ad libs for 8 seconds]
[Swizz Beatz]
ad-libs to get panned out
And I just wanna tell the girls that could feel me
That I just play the cards that a nigga deal me
See, everything I been
clear to me, it's sincerity
Somebody I could call my own, yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Ad lib until fade]
stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
[Ad-lib to fade]
down, down, down, down
(Ad-lib and fade)
Nickelus F (Drake ad-libs)]
I got stress on my shoulders (Uh!)
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder (Yeah!)
Young black man dodge
rap, like an ad lib
And you should holler mama, Dolce and Gabbana mama
Gotta whole lot o mama, Fendi and a Prada
So you need to
Go n getcha some', go
gotta know, I'ma be a player for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)
use the same ad-libs Michael does (hee-hee)
Now turn around and back it up
Moon, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon
diddy
Chain look like fifty
Gucci mane fuck wit me
Shawty move chickens
Shawty I do live it
Wanna take ad-lib it
Im so hood wit it
You
you're gonna get some (Ad-lib)
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em
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