Lyrics:
whenever I hit it my baby say...
Liable to leave you speaking other languages
Goin' in, goin' out
Up and down
So good you tapped out in the first round
It's
of friend you turned out to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
(City rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo, city rhythm, oo)
When my
wanna?)
Would you like to try? Give me a reason why
Give me all that you got
Maybe you’ll do fine as long as
You don’t lie to me
And pretend to be what
Intro:
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Salt: Yeah, what's up baby
Man: Oh, I'm chillin'
Salt: You know, you got me thinkin' about
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
white?
White, white, white, white, white
Yo, what if I was white? Ha
Yo, you goin' to that party later, man?
Hell yeah, man, I gotta go cop me
hate if they wanna
(Oh, let them hate) i don't care
(Oh, let them hate on us if they want to)
No matter what, baby
We ain't goin' nowhere
(It could be
to stay awake huh
Brodie this ain't easy
We just doin what it take huh
Yal be coppin bape huh
I be goin ape huh
What yea Brodie I'm too nice
Movin like we
wanna find out
Pull up on me baby
You just gotta lace me
Tell me what you tryna do?
You know what I’m tryna do
I just wanna be with you
I just tell her
unleashing the Holy Ghost
Stand by me you just might catch it
It spread like wild fire
I be sangin out to God and I ain't even join the choir
The devil lookin'
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday girl
7 days a week, I be tryna be
Be just what you need
It taken a lot from me
Why you
2006 niggas would say
"You really be spittin'"
And even though they took the shots for you
You really the victim
Nina on me, Smack asked
"What's wit'
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
ain’t bout to get respect
Unless you niggas earnin’ that
Think we bout to cut slack
You really must be burnin’ crack
Life is goin’ by I’m rollin’ up
What's your sign
Baby, you can tell me. I won't judge you
I'm gonna be here for you
Don't worry about what the motherfuckers say at school
Because
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
the bed I got it goin' on
I'm Sir Too $hort, couldn't be no punk
I try to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my
're gonna love me
Just you wait and see Someday Someday
It'll be just me.
I am by far the poorest of our friends
Working three jobs with nothing in my
a good reason why love is so cruel, baby
Oh, oh, round and round
Love's got you goin'
It's turnin' you upside down
You play the game, it's so insane
on you (say what?)
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone in my bedroom
Baby can we bone, and get it on?
Tell me, lady, how you like me
get your money on your mind
What, what, tell her I be on a chase
Chasin' for that paper and you see me on that race
What, what, tell her I be goin
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
bullshit is goin' down (Mustard on the beat, ho)
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid
I'm talkin' crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, I'm on fire Baby, you know I'm talkin' crazy, crazy
I put my head down, hustlin' thuggin', tryna see what you be
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