Lyrics:
Reggae, Dancehall music
Industries rocked by BDP
So girls throw your hand in the air
Put 'em down, turn around
And move your bo-dy-dy-dy beat Change
Hot
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
fucker
Where's my lighter? Sorry bout that Kinda got pissed off kinda got mad
It's all good I got my trees I got my motherfuckin' bag
Thinkin' bout all
a couple good girls cuz of bad times
Lost a couple homies read between lines
I can't break a n***a bread if I haven't made mine
He keep coming for my head
Been Down Girl I Feel So Defeated
Hearts Been Shattered
I Promise It’s Bleeding
All The Bullshit Lies And The Cheating
You Keep Coming Back
I Keep
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
(Ayy, yo, Zale this shit sell off)
I used to sit back in my cell and say, "Nah, this can't be it"
Fresh home, back to the trap, my girl moanin'
just cannot ignore
Pinky ring bigger than yours
And my lean pinker than yours
My girl pussy pinker than hers
I bought a Porsche just to trap in
I
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
you're broken and defeated that is plenty of reason
To pick yourself up off the ground and stand for what you believe in
Stand the fuck up
Raise your hands
Off the motherfucking Internet
Now I got a girl, no cap
Wanna suck her tit's?
Crack my lady's spine with your jungle stick
You sexy crick
My wife loves
Yo, see what I believe is, uh huh uh huh, 808 needs a remix
Oh Babe, is it true that your girl don't do the things I do?
Are you missin' this
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
the funds (sorry)
Had a scrap with me fat boss in (****) (Jack!)
Next time keep your hands off me bum (haha)
Shaved my head again and rage as I run
Save
insist, I insist - so here we go
Broken chains, jumping borders
Thrive or die, we're no longer satisfied
Its time for power to change hands
More righteous
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
Holiday Inn,
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee! My mellow!
It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
And I get cool just like a ceiling fan
F&N are best of friends
These packs are coming
Mail it in
My girl don't even like me
She just like me for my
I saw your girl by MC New York
Copyright all rights reserved
Boy '88
Ayo, don't wanna diss you but
Your girls a freak
All in my face, every time I
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
Keep it crazy call me Joe we can role play
Now I don't normally do this but uh
Why don't we gon break em off with a lil preview of the remix
Back it up
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