Lyrics:
really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat
Splat, like deja vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat
Splat, like deja vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
grace
Spread, call me Lil' Baby and 42 Dugg
Or should I say 420 Dugg, he's next to me
He's buff
Hold on, let me go in, 941 shit, Florida shit
Yeah I'm
Little rapping*
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial
baller
And I done made a couple bitches wanna holla and skwalla
The way I, get down baby I don’t play
I’m talking I ninety five all the way to the bay
I
can be as one
Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter
[Chorus:]
Baby, you can do it, take
ride
Tell my girl that I'll be at the studio lie
No one will know I've even arrived
I'ma show up at 4 and be out the door before 5
Let me get inside (You
bought"
"Oh, five percent, huh? You should be givin' up fifty percent as much time you takin' up
Next caller, please, let me hear somebody on the line
wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I
just- a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin'- like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Your baby mama- me better
Pavlov hits me with more bad news
Every time I answer the phone
So I play and I sing and I just let it ring
All day when I'm at home
love I hit the curb, yea yea yea
I don't wanna leave, let's make it work, yea yea yea
Walk around the house in your Gucci shirt, yea yea yea
Jumped in
Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James
Excuse me, where
you know is
The rhythms I recycle sometimes prehistoric
The mic for the popcorn's like it's metaphoric (metaphoric baby)
So many different factors
Ferina
If they don't know, now they know
I've been too busy getting money
I've been too busy playing these games that they play
That they want
ain't missin' shit
You got five minutes and that's it
Or you finna be walkin' bitch
Now I let Mojaee talk his shit
She wanna slide to the whore house
baby
Might buy you something, that head good
Now let me pinch on that donkey lady
Drop that bitch, drop that bitch
Drop that bitch
Drop that bitch, drop
as they let me rub it
And in a week's span, my homey Freak-Man
Sinks into so much pussy we should call him Quik-sand
(Last hoe was done by the true
for the heavy way
It took me by surprise
Now I'm lovin' and it feels okay
We let our lovin' take us far away
Ooh baby, ooh baby
Ooh baby, ooh baby
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
Yo, VIP
Let's kick it
Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a brand new invention
Something grabs
the house
Yo Street, drop the verse
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much
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