Lyrics:
money, you ain't one of us
She showing that Patti LaBelle
She giving it up
I'm probably gon fuck and not tell
That lil bitch in a rush
Jumped in the game
Holla at ya when I come off tour
I'm lookin' for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanel under
Holla at ya when I come off tour
I'm lookin' for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanel under
know that you be doing’ it
I swear
You be doing it well
The Plate got soul Girl you really could tell
Love Need
I want you Like patti labelle
I Keep
to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody?
Check it out, uh-huh, yeah
Oh, what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
patty face, I call it Patti LaBelle now
I'm praying that I come up,
They praying that I stay down
If you only knew
What type of time I'm on
Hoes think I'm
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
you're really real or not, can't take a loss, I can't take a L
I'm famous as hell, I ain't really well, but I'm hanging in there like Patti Labelle
I'm
probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey, kinda scary
Wait a minute what
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters
By time I get through wreckin your jaw
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore
Why should I
with him I’m a kill them all
No hesitation I ain’t waiting know I’m gone shoot
Gotta feel the pain to understand just what I’m going through
Can’t leave
own like Patti LaBelle
Just sitting in the cell nothing in the mail
This ain't a jail my nigga this hell
Call momma phone she ain't got no bail
Now that
the mast
Then I set sail
When I'm not home
I'm on my own
Patti LaBelle
I see you shake in the grass
But I got max repel
I see the snakes in the grass
I'm
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be -52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
thought I went broke so I copped that Patek, uh, Patti LaBelle
Real cheetah print skin inside of my jacket, uh, you know I dress well
On the stage my fans
Shit is getting ugly out
It really ain't the time to pull your money out
But gone through a money shower
Bet you strippers ain't the only ones
get played
This is a lesson I've learned from nearly two decades
So I'm on my own like Patti LaBelle
Who's friend, who's foe, yo, I can't even tell
slimy as ever
Just got me some cake feel like Patti LaBelle
And I Don’t hesitate I ain’t askin’ no questions
I know that I’m great I been stacking up
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