Lyrics:
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off, uh
Oh, I get it
They paintin' me out
you in a coffin
If he dissing
It's gone cost me
I'm from that oak
I bang them 3s
Long Live Li B
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Double OO
Posted in the circle
Don't come through,
Uh, mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
the game know I'm toting them
Li'l brother wanna play like a Titan
I'm Levi, know I'm not gonna go for it
Everybody better know I'm the coldest one to step
of your fuckin' collar
[Incomprehensible] I know where I be nigga holla
Yeah, she's got the li'l' crib in the secret location
Laced it, put a strip pole in
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
Everything Gucci
Bitch I'm the shit
I'm not a crip, but like blue Benjamins
So she throw that ass like a pitch
Ima
Hit it hit it swear i wont miss
On god I
I hit it I’m ghost
After I hit it I’m ghost
After I hit it I’m ghost
After I hit it I’m ghost
You was getting to close
Written by: Quindell Evans
of hit's
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take
miss you back
Miss me
You don't miss me back
Miss me
You don't miss me back
Know I was wrong but didn't know how it affected you
I know, it's all about
you glowing
You talk about me with your friends like ion noticed
iknow you miss me even though you don't show it
I called the plug and told em hit me
see anything I want you to see
So remember this is, this is not your story
And you aren't in it
I'm showing it to you
Hit the mic, like its stress
So remember this is not your story
And you aren't in it
I am showing it to you
Hit the mic, like its stress weed
Spit the spite, don't test me
head and burn up
My turn up to bat when I swing I never miss
This one is a hit and I'm aiming for the fence
(This one is a hit and I'm aiming for
it when you make me mad
I leave and I come
Running right back
(I want you)
Lay me on my back
(Reverse)
I know you like that
(Then you'll)
Hit it from
missing you when you don't hit my line
So now I know that you're not interested
I'm riveted by the incident
I turn to my side, then I close my eyes thinking
feel it
You can tell by the way I'm flowin', I'ma kill it
All that drank that we fuckin' pourin', we conceal it
This lil hoe tryna make some porn bitch
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
tell by my wrist
Ain't nobody out here nailed it like this
Taking all these different methods tryna scale it to rich…in my dreams
Miss me with that
tell by my wrist
Ain't nobody out here nailed it like this
Taking all these different methods tryna scale it to rich in my dreams
Miss me with that
Boy, you couldn't miss
With a dozen roses, such will astound you
Her refinement was beautiful, I acknowledged her attraction
In passing, driven by
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