Lyrics:
'cause niggas ain't have shit to offer
Don't get left in the street, hit with that heat for all that talkin'
I fuck with Walmart but when it's smoke we
the price the lil nigga pays for fame
But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle
I had to be sexual, I wanna get next to you,
I may be get in
20 bandz on my fit
Just to get fly
With draw 300k
Just to get by
40 in the Glock clip
Nigga you tried
Fuck 12 I could neva let
Them hurt my pride
Fit
Ima, ima, ima
Ima, ima, ima
Yeah
Ima, ima, ima
Ima
I'm a diva
Nice to meet ya
Go by Diamond
I stay shining
You don't gotta bribe me up
But you gotta
the streets
He's my dude, and you better get used to things
And I don't care what you say about me
They say
That he does it with the best, runs it in
the streets
He's my dude, and you better get used to things
And I don't care what you say about me
They say
That he does it with the best, runs it in
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
me a bone
check in a box question this is he a dog yes he is
I ain't given u no extra shhh u know da rest of this so what da this
[Chorus: Ciara]
What
lessening as well
They began to multiply in number we
Started to worry about our status in
Society whether people liked us
Or how we fit into the group
We
Can’t fit my dope in a ziplock
Can’t fit my dope in a ziplock
They get to blowin’ my phone
I’m busy packing a big box
Cuddie he keep him A big Glock
Athlete's Feet
Duck Down - breathe, pure uncut
I can bag it in dimes, (Freakniks) like (Beat Street)
A-T-L, beat-beat, what the deal?
You (Okay) like Ciara
this yummy, yummy all in your tummy
Me and Ciara, they ain't see us comin'
In the streets, this song is buzzin'
Some of ya'll still talkin',
Just me and you
Do me I do you
Mind go rest
You kiss me I kiss you
Love dey sweet
You run my way
Me I run your way
Physical fit
babe girl I get am
Shoulder groove
And it go like
Step 1, 2 bring ciara in it too
Ask teyana for moment
Yonce master class for you
Nation full of rhythm janet jackie
In
telling them, "Baby, bye, fall back"
He's so good and he knows how to love me
But so hood and he's so heavy in the streets
He's my dude and you better
Get
to the side
Like you know I get my grind on.
Get my shine on.
Jewelry Black in all rhinestones.
Rims spinning like a globe,
On these low pros.
Do it big
Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck, man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
should know
Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Getting crunk up in the club we
this
Like next day shipping
My best days pending
Everyday I'm inching in my own mess
Future looking grotesque
Ciara things been so mist
In other words
Just to get a glimpse, girls breakin' they neck, man
Blinded by the light glistenin' off the brake lane
Bow hot as ever, I ain't lost no step
alright
Leave her alone
She's in my zone
Just leave alone
She wants you gone
She my Ciara
She wanna fist
Call her Ciara
Without the mist
You a bliss
You
just to get by
Pee in the hallways steps we doing foreplay
The only way out is rap and to ball play
You could try to preach everyday and you can try
a cheerio
Spreading the love
Turn it up in your stereo
Yeah I'm chosen been picked
God got me I'm His
Whole armor my fit
Lucy having some fits
Team Jesus
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