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Anita

Smino

Blkswn

fried like El Pollo
I got a chicken coop
Dip out, interior barbecue
I'm fly why she want the cockatoo
And that's on my bird like a beak my guy

whole life upside down
i don't want your help
i don't need your sympathy


CHORUS: 
what can a brother do for me
he can help you up when you are down
what

feet
So Ginuwine, I get all in them jeans
Sky high, only indulging in weed
She side eyeing but staring at me
Ayeee
Baby cakes, we used to be friends now

You ain’t amused by the fake types
Pull up outside in a wraith type no
You keep it real keep it genuine
When they play that Ginuwine
Pony girl you be

I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave

by I can't help but stare
Oh yeah girl yeah you know you ain't fair
Body like an angel (Angel)
She need a halo (Halo)
Inspiration J Lo (J Lo)
All about

take them 1 by 1
She just want some 1 night fun
Man I swear I've had enough of all these niggas
That be moving like they're bitches
I ain't really

Ginuwine cause I want you on my pony
I get hypnotize when you put that thang up on me
In between you thighs, Im tryna stir yo macaroni 
I told her we about

just like ginuwine,
girl, I want all our strings attached
When it come to you, the only thing I do is speak them facts
Staring at your light blind my

Keli block
Now I can hit it from the evening to Sunday
Pull up on you with the pipe you swinging my way
When I grab you by the waist and hit Monday

You got it, just tell me what you want
I'm the real, you know I don't like to front
You done, seen it all, summer fling is not enough
You're like,

Judge Judy
Niggas want my sloppy seconds, had to HA like I was Juvie
Niggas know what's happening my cousin a savage, Young Nudy
I'm in Paradis, bitches

Surrounded by zombies watching everybody's angles 
That's all aesthetic but to you she's a dime 
I'm not judging that's perfectly fine 
To each its own man

By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my

harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running

All right, then

Yeah yeah
You're giving me
Slow motion on the dance floor
No phones
So we grinding in our own time zones and
I only want a girl as fine as me
When

pyramid schemes,
We get it by any means,
My niggas, we on the scene,
Doing the Gangsta lean,
All Ginuwine, No genuine
When shorty in them jeans,
It's

Heartbreak Suzie

Goldmine

Boombastic

1995

Nothing in this world could extinguish my flames
You are the only one I wanted to bare my name
All of a sudden I notice you playing mind games
Giving me

dreams
I wanna make you scream 
Like ginuwine
In those jeans (those jeans)
We go for hours
Records breakin
We makin love 
Your legs are shakin
i'm goin

Ginuwine on your playlist
I can tell we gon' get it in, yeah yeah

Talking champagne and slow songs
I'm talkin' making love 'til we doze off
Followed by slow

clown faces all smeared clean
Naked like clown faces all smeared
Clean in the spotlight
Naked like clown faces all smeared
Clean in the spotlight

I

on an island, something like Gilligan
Going for the broke, always told to break a ligament
People by my side I don’t see none of these
Wear my heart on my sleeve,

alone
Overcome the stress so I can overthrow the throne
I'ma be the best and I don't need no help at all

I can do it all by myself if I want to
By myself

Want Her

Mustard

Cold Summer

2016

her, yeah
Want her, all the rich niggas want her
Want her, all the rich niggas want her, yeah

If I'ma spend I'ma pay for some friends
I'ma pay for