Lyrics:
out the clique, I don't want no lil' ass nigga (uh)
You ain't got no bag, you can't even look at me, nigga (no)
Fuckin' with a big dawg got my ass
(ayy, look)
Good mornin', headed to Milan
You know I'm flyin' private, still be on my phone
Wearin' so much diamonds, lookin' like a ball (ice)
Walk
baby)
Alone, for life, light (love me a little bit)
So long, sweet boy (so long, sweet boy)
Soon, you'll leave me (baby, look what they did to me,
almost here
Here from the West Side
They all look for a good time
Sound the alarm 'cause tonight is
Gonna make our year everything is happening
So far
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill
I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna
off
At a corner table
She had a long neck bottle
She was peeling the label
The look on her face
It was perfectly clear
She said somebody please
needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day?
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
(Take a look at yourself) take
freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You've got to pay to play
Just for shorty bang-bang, to look your
looks straight ahead not at him
Oh, but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day when
months or more
Ran out of time and money
Looks like they took my friends
Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again
The man from the magazine
Said I was on my
Grizelda,
So proper judging others over her tea
You look just like her you do,
I know by looking at you,
That you've been listening to your auntie
disappear
You will find (you fill find) peace of mind (yeah)
If you look way down in your heart and soul
Don't hesitate 'cause the world seems cold
Stay
my look in the mirror
Wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ain't gettin' nowhere
I'm just livin' in a dump like this
There's somethin'
pocket
And she won't look at you
Won't look at you
She hides true love
En su bolsillo
She got a halo around her finger
Around you
You know that I
to my mother
Hot like summer
Yeah, I'm makin' you sweat like that
Break it down
Ooh, when I look in the mirror
I'll melt your heart into two
I got
Hey man them ain't high heeled sneakers
And they sure don't look like cowboy boots
And that ain't rock and roll you're playin'
And it sure ain't
People try to put us d-down (talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful
Well, you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black, don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well, you're slim and you're weak
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over
to look too far
I just look to where you are
And I know
I'm good for awhile
I get lost in those green eyes
I'll pull you in and hold you tight And I'm good
tryna do me in the past tense
And they ain't really shoot a movie they just actin'
And she look good in the Louis not no Birkin
Whoa, whoa, she
talk she be catching those feelings, aye aye aye
Cash out. Walk out. Don’t freak out. Don’t look back.
Step up. Step out. Leave now. Don’t react.
Don’t
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