Lyrics:
can't phase me
If I ever hurt you baby you know can blame me
Person that I was two months ago ain't the same me
Yeah it started with Erica
She built up my
Christmas down here is always kind of different
Mainly cause it don't get cold
Except for the year that the air started glistening
And it
(When it rains niggas get wet)
When it rains niggas wet
I just fucked her do you really want your bitch back
Turned into a party but it started
the night
This moment's gonna last, last
We're gonna find ourselves a party
No stopping us once we get started
Move, move, move
Gonna take you
And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails
know
But it’s proof cause I miss you
Another life I’m the one that you live through
Mama started doing really good now
I finally got a way up out
charmen
Call Donald trump to beg your pardon
Let’s get amp in here let’s party
Put him in a cart that boy a target
He moving lil funny sweep it under
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers
Your body
I'm on it
She riding
My pony
You know how
I need it
You got it
I could never get enough of you
Oh oh
She drop that ass to the floor
She
Nowadays these niggas groupies they all fanned out
I can tell these niggas goofy by they stance now
She was geeking off them pills she pull my pants down
was the host's name? Oh
'is name was Doc Brown
I started off as a fan
Of parties and other jams in London
The younger brother of Varma G was the man
and how that nigga kissed you
At that party by your house
I bet you never thought once to
Even tell him about your spouse, me
So foolish but something told
Yeah dayne, Jordan
They got it backwards, these rappers
Got you confused by that wackness
They be kicking
My flows keep flipping I'm acrobatic
It
High with a twist, won't be at a party
The feeling is hearty, it gets my mood started
Problems go departed and I'm leaving them else where
Writing it all
I'm sitting on the floor,
Looking at the world through a picture window.
I see a pretty girl, she walking by I decide to follow.
I run out through
the stoley, crodie went got a trophy
So shoutout crodie 'cause half of these niggas got cold feet
I was trappin' by Troby's, started with an OZ
My bitch
By the end of the summer, she was a lover
I saw her ex and he's dressing like me
Hair kinda messy like me
Nobody gets it like me
We made it
Sunday night and I'm driving back
Because I have to work on Monday
Wish I could stay there all the time
But I've gotta' get going my way
I'll try
these [?] don't know how to ball
Sayin': "Party every night"
And we don't wanna get off for the ride
And I was born under a sun
That never rises
I walk the street
All the girls drive by and they go beep beep (beep beep)
Boo, when you with me
They get real jelly (who the hell is she?)
Yeah,
blue
I was chillin' with my friends at a party
You promised me some pleasure
And it seemed to be attractive to get naughty
So we went right
to Nicaragua
Lied about the Soviets and
Lied about the Contras he sold arms to Iran
All of it was cited but plausible denial
Is why he ain't get indicted
Oli
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