Lyrics:
the facts heavens where you belong
To have you back I'll give up everything I own
______________________
Trust nobody, that's just how I was brought up
I
Even if you think you belong here you don't no you don't
Even if you think you belong here you don't no you don't
She loves some late night drive
Baby Fuck them other niggas you belong wit me
Just know I gotchu and you don't need no one else
And yk I get crazy baby when it comes to you
I'm so
to get me a buzz
I miss the crowd when we all going wild cuz the DJ is fucking it up
(Hey) I Miss the Club
Pick out a broad
And give her the nod
Now she
[Verse 1]
Stop by fendi on the way
Cop me
Dat new bag
Issa steal
Don’t cop me
Copying me
Bitch u couldn’t cuz u not me
Copying me
Bitch u couldn’t
the tap
All we seeing is
Bankroll after Bankroll
Flying private to places you can't go
Change the climate by letting my neck show
Princess cuts on me doing
maintenant que le petit blanc fait parler de lui
Je remercie ceux qui croient en moi, les autres il y a « r », je vous aimes aussi
Pour éviter de faire contre
Tu connais la suite
On va s'enjailler du matin jusqu'à tard le soir
Dj gère la zik-mu personne n'ira se rassoir
Sur la piste de danse les meufs me font
the basement
Aint no race yeah
We on the way
No playin games
Fuck your goons
They ain't passin by the gate
They at the crib
And they minds blown away
Livin
on
Where did we go wrong? Where do we belong?
Caught up in the game and it's one I can't postpone
Meaning if it rains, I'm the one it's raining on
When my
apart.
I belong to you
Anew..Andrew
Make us shiver
In fever,
Passion has no limit,
What do we need?
Should we stay or run?
What have we done?
Just going
call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, lil' nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigger
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I
call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, lil' nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigger
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I
perfect
Cuz you make me so crazy,
I belong to you...
I woke up,
there you were by my side.
A smell of you,
It make me feel nice.
I wonder why? Until I met
I want a bad girl good intentions
I wanna be the only one that hit
I want a girl that call on my phone
Tell me nigxas feel so sick
I want her face
feel so
Aye, getting every week, DJ play me on repeat
Because I know my life's easy
F, on the game uh gotta get my ass paid, you feel me
Yeah, S on my
swangin' and slabbin'
Loud music prohibited? Fuck it
Four blocks away, you still hear me comin'
Just gotta keep it player like it's game time
Vince Carter
Haha
What is an MC
If he can't rap?
And what is a DJ
If he can't scratch?
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause my niggas gon' do it all just like
dirt
Ten toes down got dam my feet hurt
Always been a boss run it by Me first
Never been scared I'm da one dat speak first
All I see is blood holes in
DJ's
Pump up the volume! Haal pips uit die zol uit
Hol skud morsig! Laat die fokken jol ruk
Fok die bewe koppe! Yo raas is baas
The richest bitch
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
all around
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
In the warmth of her love
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And we played
That makes me know that, we we we we're doin'
We had the right idea in the beginning
And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
We
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