Lyrics:
got bands I got bands bitch you better back up
Ain't that funny
That bitch want my money
Just give that honey
She is gonna feel me in her tummy
Nah I'm
lost control, yuh
I just lost my motive
I just lost my mental
I just lost my sanity
Yeah, I feel so alone, why nobody jam wit me
Why you even care? I
like
I waited all night long
Just to get you baby
Right here inside my home
Just to make you wanna stay
This dick can be your escape
So good it'll make
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
funky?
Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah
We're gonna play some funk so loud
We're gonna rock 'n' roll the crowd
Just watch them dance,
just wanna put these bands on you
Bands on you
Bands on you
You should let me come and put these bands on you
I got what you need so what you wanna do
it just sit yo ass on the side
Motor ripping like V12 engines if you rolling with me lets ride
Good decisions and vibes
Good decisions and vibes
It's
could be so good for me and me for you
You are brave when I get shy
Just another reason why
I think you could be so good for me
You could be so good
It's not good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
Good for me
Good for you
This can't be good for me
Good for you
Good
that every bitch I used
To fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me
feels good
To know that you're by my side
It feels good to know that you're there for me (oh)
It feels good to know that you'll always be around
It
fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me
Well just today I had my birthday -- I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed
think you could be so good for me
You get brave when I get shy
Just another reason why
I think you could be so good for me
So good
You like
All my life
All my life
I've been living like a star
Getting high
Getting fly
Talk to God
Talk to Ttyl
Outta town
I just trap
Get this band's
Til'
don’t know enough she wanna get to know me
Well Neezy he got bands on bands on bands
And girl I’m blowing cash on cash on cash
I just need them bags
Just to be free
It feels so good
It feels so good
It feels so good
Just to be free
Good to be free
Feels so good to be free
Feels so good to be
call
Like you never heard before
So natural that you want to go to war
That's just the bestest band what am
Oh my honey lamb
Come on along, come on along
mans who want to see me down and out man.
I'm stirring up bare shit without a doubt man.
I'm representing rap like it's supposed to be:
Spit bars so
But then I'd never do
By networking with a band
When they stop off stage into
Fucking spare me your best bit
Don't fucking send me your press kit
It strikes me as being so ridiculously
Simple: Stop worrying about communism just
Get rid of the conditions that nurture
It sidestepping Marxian
your golden boy
I will obey ev'ry golden rule"
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good Be good
Be good be good be
think you could be so good for me
You get brave when I get shy
Just another reason why
I think you could be so good for me
So good
You like
your day
So baby what do you say?
She told me what she want ain't hard to understand
She on that paper chase, she need them rubber bands
Now I'm like
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