Lyrics:
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Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
me
Don't come around
Can't get a cent for me
If you ain't send for me
Been gone for Centuries
Don't hop the Porsche
You ain't hop fence with me
want some
Made me some riches but started with crumbs
You niggas just in the way
I'm young and having my way
No this not the way I was raised
But I
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Marj and I'm Steve Harvey
You gone die mine
I got you these Audemar Pigets
She gave me the time of the day cuz I ain't like the rest
She said all these
wouldn’t be waiting for “I want to risk it, too”
3: I wish I knew you wanted me
Is only from me and Steve’s P.O.V.
4: There’s nothing more than friends
One
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
plays
Steve Nash with shits
Ima newcomer but Im just so legit
Check the dates on all of my older shit
Had the wave since the Huggies was holding kid
Got
to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
Hurricane Katrina
I get Superdome defenses tryna find
A way to stop me
I'm offensive with the wordplay
I minored misdemeanors
Bitch, you might need a subpoena
to me to make you feel good
I used my phone to make this jam, you know I could
And everything comes easy for me, can't you see?
I use this autotune, It's
tour bus
Y'all hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me
traffic, my heat close
Ain't got no Jobs but i Steve Urk
Oh yeah, yeah, slime
Pain in my eyes, might have to Rinnegan
Keep that burner on my side
Come try
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
prof that's work for free Me and gg come a lil bit skinny but with my sword I'm Hercules u don't wanna get hurt for free
Two close to me close the gap
with my Clan but you be fearing it
Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money getting low
But did you come back, set up
and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and busters
Fuckin' with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs comin constantly
Bumpin G-15's, Westside
Open my eyes, what do I see?
The perfect place, they see smiling Disco Steve
I see disco lights shining by the trees
They see floral print and wavy
right)
I’m a normal dude, (yo), and this is me (uh)
"Doing My Thing" like I’m Khristian B. (whoo, who)
If you sit with me for one min. you’ll see (look)
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
I was kicking it with Soledad
Nigga what you know 'bout that?
Nothing, so I
to knew first
Before dying clear mis-takes
I remember he used to call me by my bros name
People keep on hating for no reason
And they love you when you are
I'm probably not the man you take me for
But I bet I could be if you make me yours
Most of the shit I say is true
When I'm done with bad bitches,
around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one
Somebody take this biscuit 'fore
The cops come
Then they came askin me my name, what
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