Lyrics:
'cause I be robbin' ('cause I be robbin')
I don't want no lap dance, bitch, give me noggin (bitch, give me noggin)
Why you laughin' and playin'? Ho, get
like Alicia, how you hittin' them keys
If somethin' ever happened to you, you gon' come to me
Hmm, but I'm tripping
Tripping, you say I be tripping, but
somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?
hit the runway on a PJ
Call the country migo gang, OG, head huncho
You can catch me in the street
With Longway and young Guapo
What nigga you know
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
tellin your girls how I'm fuckin you
What I got in my house, the things I don't do for you
Better be careful cause your girls wanna come too
Yay kiss
New Orleans, from Mississippi
Now I know you hold the key to unlock the door
From low pros, she rolls with gold things, we riding for sure
So tell me
weed
set you up for a caper
don't want to see you make no money then take ya
gotta figure out how to get what you got
cause haters be the same
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
and Alicia Keys
Bob Marley, Fela Kuti, and Pusha T
Parliament Funkadelic and Marvin Gaye
And so many more, but I don't have time to say but
Time upon time
in the mix real fast
The ho gon' slip away, get away with all your cash
You gots to stay up on your toes when it come to hoes
I bust a brand new ho
a never know what I'm going through, got a keep it all inside
Only lord knows how I really feel, well at least he know I tried
When you down bad, don't
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
weave thru these streets, call a task unit
See I took my pain and got a bag to it
And they don't know how to react to it
I tell em' you ain't gotta
know why)
You won't get these keys bitch, you know you ain't Alicia (No way)
I call you Kimora Lee, cause you be in a rush
You get what you need, I don't
mothafuckas, you can tell by how we dressin' (dressin')
Been after us for years, but nigga, we ain't learned our lesson (lesson)
Got niggas in the grave
me have to call my Tony Montanas
Don't mind I sweet but I'm dangerous
Born and raised in Barbados
Got dem chasing my caribbean flavour
But I don't mix
many dying
Lord knows I keep trying
You don't know the pain I feel
I miss you B.I.G.
Let's find a cure for A.I.D.S
Oh
Somebody tell me what's going
it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey YOU - don't you dare give me
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can't call or sext me
Have
you're the shit nigga, ya smell me?
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be
"free price"
blind as a bat or better yet blind as three mice
Either way you look at it the crooks get it
don't look at me like I'm pathetic, the book
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