Lyrics:
the heat behind
'Cause in the streets, I'm fine (what?)
That's why a (what?) A sleep 'til nine, out by ten (uh)
Back by ten (uh), sleep 'til nine, do it
the heat behind
'Cause in the streets, I'm fine (what?)
That's why a (what?) A sleep 'til nine, out by ten (uh)
Back by ten (uh), sleep 'til nine, do it
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo
Take down all my sorrow, put that on a beat
Take down all my sorrow, put it on repeat
I know by tomorrow you'll come back to me
If you're not back
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
picture
Take yo hoe and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher
I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah I'm just lying, I used to meet
on
The first time, I went out like a fuckin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I'm back just like I told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay phone
Ninja! We can play a game
Vat 'n kans, my fuckin' rhymes put you in a trance
Skud jou boude, skud-skud jou boude
I hope you can like it in the hole, nè
dogs (uh), this is for my dogs (uh)
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog)
From then 'til now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon' roll like
to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can
back
Where my thick bitches at
Where my thick bitches at
If you a thick bitch twerk
Tell yo mama you'll call her back
Pussy wet mhm
You like that
adjust
Anything in the world that be bothering her
Everywhere I go, guarantee she go
Pussy pop on the low, like a silencer
Back to the realest shit, cop
relate to this right here
[Ne-Yo:Verse 1]
I seen you from across the way,
Lookin like a fantasy,
You know that I once said,
This is for the climax,
You
back
Lil nigga just go get yo lick back
Like yo homie got hit like that mari got hit
Ain't get back for that
Ayo Justin, you is a bitch
I think you'll
I said
I thought inside my head that I don't give a fuck I ain't trynna lie
But the silence getting awkward as the time flies by
She say she don't
me and you boo
A-yo I'm sorry yo, but when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari
How you live mister? Yo you see me and CB
you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
Brick City!!
Ah-yo.. now bust it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your
it's a throw back
Cause you know she's comin' back right around for the ball sack
You didn't know that yo' lil' lady could hold that
Now she follow my
the back playing pool by the sauna"
We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
Yo what's up? Yo nigga what's up
You know I don't give a fuck
Them
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
shit, cats be like, "wow!"
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, making you +smile+ with Scarface
It ain't my fault, that my style
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
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