Lyrics:
someone (what?)
Who really deserves me
(I can't believe you'd do this to me, baby)
And he's all I need
I'm makin' my move, I found someone new (you
opin kid
Stop frontin', you know we got cha opin kid
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this motherfuckin' rap
my headphones, all I remember doing's wishing for shoes
F- them stupid Pumas, b-, it's all about them new edition Troops
You get them LL Cool J
You get them LL Cool J coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my
tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka
I hope you high
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by
countrymen that died in vain
You're the new prince ruler
The red dog Cairo king
An international inspiration
The number one topic most trending
And now
rocking new designer And she got long hair with a fat derriere
Baby I can't help myself and do none but stare
Turn around, girl you perfect everywhere I
Let us pray
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?
I see mothers
God makes no mistakes waves
Born this way! Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby!
I was born
Before I start this dance
I take a chance in telling you
I want more than just romance
You are my destiny, I can't let go baby
Can't you see
Cupid
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
I do, love you
the ass?
And I ask you what other nigga, would step up with the love to give her
G's in the house for you and the kids and even for your brother nigga
You can catch me in the hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin' good,
dandruff
I'm far from a new kid on the block, I hang tough
Was handcuffed to false pretense but they were out of luck
Released myself from captivity escaped
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
that's why you hate you're not made for intelligence
I hope you never make a baby, hope you stay celibate
This shit is in my bones, the rungs of my
and shot in the face
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin' up for my shows
You know how it goes, I might as well kick it at home
But my baby mama hate my
Nothing phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
the
score check Melba needs Moore since now she poor looks to get richer by
puttin' rap up in the picture I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step
KLICKOW' Your
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
If only you believe like I believe, baby (if only you believe like I believe)
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles (if only you believed in
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