Lyrics:
plenty ta show
And that's funny
'Cause I've seen him before
Ya wanna hold my hand
Ya wanna hold my dough
Ya got love for sell
I don't need it (Bitch)
I
need the most, don't tear my feelings down
(solo)
Hey baby, I've been hurt before, hey, hey baby, this time I've got to be sure
Ooh, this could be
wah she like
She likes it up an down an around
My baby keeps it coming on (A so she gwaan)
Sweet loving till the break of dawn
And when shes in
My homies say this girl is cramping my style
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
And I don't know how
I'm so (caught up)
I'm really feeling it (caught up)
truth is (get in line)
Hey, big homie better grow up (get in line)
Ask you something then you choke up (get in line)
Me and my whoadies gonna roll up
the things I got
And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole
used to work security that was my night job
Hating every minute of it hoping
We got robbed Mad at my bosses
Taking plenty losses
Sick of seeing these
of sweet perfume (Ha oh)
This happened much too soon (Ha oh, ha ooh)
She called me to her room (Ha oh, hoo)
Hey ay
Billie Jean is not my lover
(Don't call
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You got a pistol motherfucker better kill me
gotta be a thugger
Everytime I'm thinking bout you by my side
My vision just happened to be so clarified
But now I gotta learn to live by my own
Yeah, cuz
So, to keep you in my life
What I gotta do to keep you by my side?
Baby, how I keep you in my life?
Tell me what I do to keep you by my side
Tell me
dollar (get it)
Look at all these slave masters
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna
on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters
Ay
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind,
I don't need no doctor
'Cause I know what's ailing me
I don't need no doctor, no, no
'Cause I know what's ailing me
I've been too long
Away from my
see for miles
And I can open my eyes
Well I can't see what I'm living for
Head so high
Sway slow, stay low
Hey mama, take your cool hand away
hey)
Damn nigga, Mercy something else
Lord have mercy, Mercy by himself
Splinter Cell when I move stealth
Getting money, don't want nothing else
All
Every time that I look into the mirror
All these lines in my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that
people pass by
And I watch my watches 1: 49
I'm feeling king of crazy
I walk down the street
And I say 'Hi' to a homeless lady
Give her a piece of my
de la mod
Victim de la mod
Victim de la mod
Victim de la mod
Denouement, the bottom line got declined
I called him up to say, "Hey hey my brother can
so composed
So composed
So composed
You are the most gracious thing I know
Touched by crooking flowers
Touched by snow, oh
And I put my
court case over, my label say it's cool that we date in public"
I'm like, "Nah, fuck it, I already fucked it"
And by that time I'll be overseas sippin'
somewhere by someone
But I know this will be my song thats unsung
Hey there won't you follow me
I can take you to a land that you've never seen
I can show
from eating pistachios...
You won't be forced to visit your Grandparents on Sundays anymore...
No more church...
You'll be saying, "Hey, World - Kiss My
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