Lyrics:
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
it tonight, I want it all night
I want it from him, I want to do it again
[Chorus]
[Tiffany]
You know I'm starin in the mirror just thinkin 'bout
inside the premises
Mind detect mind these words are so venomous
It’s just a theory I was told by a wise man
Stay focused on yourself and always stick
Young Honcho man GV Honcho Young Honcho man
Young Honcho man GV Honcho Young Honcho man
Please don't shake yo ass to this
Please don't shake yo ass
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
is
Tiffany's her name, love is the game
And the only way to play is with this promise ring
Sometimes a girl needs to know that she's
Appreciated for
suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good
Knowledge, wisdom, truth, and understanding
To educate the youth, that's my plan, man
And then from there, we can save the whole world too
So find
blue Mercedes
I hit up Tiffany for Tiffany for you my lady
Deflated heart caused by cheating and I ain't talking Brady
Slim shady I'm on my 8th mile
You been watching me, I been watching me too
Cause I know you got a man and I know he see too
My heart so cold it turned Tiffany blue
She got
the one with the Afro
Pink shirt orange shorts or maybe that was just a dream
Magic and Kareem we make the best team!
Akes my blush -man, I think I got
Look at him in the backdrop with numbers like a math sheet
Tune to drop d just to clap cheeks
Little old me, every verse a cv
And I heard you got your
shit don't get to me
My bitch don't care about no other name, she just want no tiffany
If looks can kill we'd be all dead, speed boat trips I'm sick
in my hand, I'm offending a man
Offense is just grand, your defense is just bland
I'm expensive as them, you don't know who I am
Start out by saying
a grown man feels
Think your runnin' her, you're just spinning your wheels
See you in hell, where she's kind of a big deal
The force which is quick to divorce epiphanies from the source
cnd stick you with the cost at Tiffany's
Who'd a thought we'd still be amazed by the poet's
Plates are breaking, the frying pan fly
Baby wait just let your man try
I know this ain’t like the last time
Give me twenty-four hours to make
the anger sink in
Sleep, one eye up (right), you never see me blinkin'
Man, I just flex harder so they see me blingin'
Bow down to the Lord, I left you
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
verse on Brown Stains
We gotta do it again let me
What are you doin'?
Just goin' in, man, you know
Gon' body some shit cuz
What kinda draws are you
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
I'm dreamin'
I love my family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I
just you and me
Not everything gon be glittery but where's the shivery
Why you acting like you sick of me, this is ridiculy
You owe me some Tiffany's
Ice
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