Lyrics:
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Full of killers
They go down down baby
Yo street
In that Range Rover
Street sweeper baby
Cocked
Ready to let it go
St. Louis made me
Kansas City
wanna diss this (diss this)
Because she mine and so fine
And thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
a little while
I know you love to be by my side
And thats fine
But every once in a while
Take your space and give me mine
Baby i just need a little space
and I'll always be
It's where I find reality
I ain't seein' clear no and I don't wanna be
Let me drown in my misery, yeah, oh baby
Wine, I'll make you
it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
N do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
Garbage man
I'll be dumpin'
And I eat
What you workin' with?
And baby, I don’t wanna be that guy
That falls in love every time
You work in here
‘Cause you’re the reason why
I come here in
love in the meantime
Everything good, it'll be fine
Shawty said she want a little me time
Bitch I'm getting to the guap, bitch I'm getting to the dough
gonna let you go
Versace handbags shoes by Louis Vuitton
You'll steal the show and you'll be dying to hold on
How much can I give lady what's your price
make you mine and call you my own
Can't wait till I see you
All these other little bitches they just wanna be you
Girl, you damn near perfect, can't wait
let's go, don't stop, come on)
Put your two-way next to mine, baby, hit me anytime
You and me behind closed doors, oh wooh (yo, just make sure you lock
let's go, don't stop, come on)
Put your two-way next to mine, baby, hit me anytime
You and me behind closed doors, oh wooh (yo, just make sure you lock
man around by her apron strings
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere
I got those St. Louis
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright
[2Pac +
to be just like Too $hort
Can hang with the Dog, you'd better stay on the porch
In Minnesota, Virginia Beach
Wisconsin, I got freaks
Atlanta, Little
these emotions can't be suppressed
Past 2 didn't work
Maybe third time is a charm
Baby come a little closer, let me hold you in my arms
Butterflies in my
to be rude, I'm staring at you
I can't help myself
You got attitude, your sexy, cool
Girl you bad as hell, now
I was wondering
If maybe baby we can talk
baby
I wanna make you mine by the end of the night
Yeah girl
Come and bring that little thing over here and dance for me
Bring that pretty little thing
She be smoking
She be drinking
Like that white girl
Cocaina
She too nosey
Always scheming
Hit that prima
That's my ballerina
And she twirls
Night
that's cool with you
And then later on
I'll call you on the phone
And then I'll make you mine
By singin' you this little song
Hush little lady
there
If you lay the cards on the table
I'll lay my love on the line til your mine
I just happen to be a man
And you happen to be a woman
And we happen
since you left I ain't played with them dice
Cuz these niggas ain't right
I just want to be fly
Can tell your bitch want me by the look in her eye
You
in your eye
know you tempted boo
Baby don't you lie
Your love it get me by by by
When I'm feeling down give me life life life
Girl just leave that
out of key, yeah
Oh, baby I get by
(By with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I said, I'm
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
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