Lyrics:
me when I'm gone
I said you'll miss me when I'm gone
Boy you be blowing up my phone, you are the only one I want
Next to you, caressing you, my baby
clip on my hip shorty go get ya clique ready to squeeze like what; Yeah its commin out of Chris' mouth;
I'll have you niggas-Bitchin' gettin' stitches
it
And you better never forget it's your boy J who wrote this
'Cause you and I, are friends for life, for eternity, I promise
Day by day
Day by day,
like make you hold me
Baby never leave me
Lai lai lai
You know i dey miss you
Die die die
Baby never leave me
Lai lai lai
You know i dey miss you
Die
you on a ride and make it worldwide (let's go)
[Verse Two: Fort Knox]
Knox smoke trees by the ounces
Bumrush the club, I'm bigger than the bouncers
Got certain stuff
I've been going through
I don't really miss you
I just need you
Right here by my side baby
Right here by my side
I cannot think
Chris (Feel like Mr. Winters)
When I pop out and you see my fit, you better hide your bitch
Man just know if I shoot my shoot bitch I'm finna swish
All
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
a likkle bit
Lemme make di sum'n grip
When I whine up pon di tip
Baby, I go be yuh likkle miss
Gyal, cock up mek me fuck you dehso (Patrice)
A nuh
on a date
Saks fifth, you don't gotta pay
I love it when you call my phone
Ruth Chris we eat filet mignon
You know you turn me on
Baby don't lead me on
You
play Norman like Pandora, I'm scorin'
She foreign, 'bout to pipe it up, take off, girl I'm gone, hey
Make it easy for me, baby
Being black hard enough
The way you smile, the way you are, I wanna hold you by my side
Oh, oh, I'm hanging on, oh yeah
I keep on hanging on to you, baby
Because I miss you, I
excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
How I love to keep you here with me oh baby
Now shorty grab hold of my hand
And let's pretend the floor
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
Swear it's always an issue lately
But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby (baby)
But I can't get through lately
Said you always be trippin', baby
Swear
a sad song
But you understand where i'm coming from
Mom i miss you so much
It's like a fucking crutch
It's like im a henchman
But actually i'm a frenchman
forever
But baby ain't got the leverage
Leave that bitch like he Vegas
Swing you'll miss
Like Chris Davis
Til my cribs hella spacious
Feelings stay
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
said in September baby we gone ball
And you can't tell me nothing I done seen it all
And I stand on my tens I will never fall
And I ball with that rocket
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none
about to beat me, he's about to Chris Rock me
How you throwing balls up in the air with the volley
Damn I feel bad for you, maybe I'll call an Uber
But
're gonna want me back (oh oh oh)
You never miss a good thing 'til it leaves you
And finally, I realize that I need you (ooh)
I want you back
Baby
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
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