Lyrics:
the Morpheus in
This hip-hop matrix, exposin' fake shit
Used to borrow dollars
Now my sense ain't so common
Went across the whole
Nation screamin' Hiiipower
you love on a thug wanna know if it bug her
When she said i was stuck and then said its no other
By your love i was struck got me feeling like usher
Bro
had to hit
While you buyin' her drinks (In the club)
Actin' like you (In love)
Stunnin' like you (All thug)
We was (Switching numbers)
She lookin'
of papers (ow)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, running over
records sold, Lot's of money to fold
They should let me in any club in KC, MO!
And I'm the biggest tipper, bartenders know me well
And waitress's love
Runtz in the paper
All of this shit that I'm doin' is major
I know he love her but I'm finna take her
I'm finna ball with this bitch like a Laker
I
Yeah, they wetta than a Rainmen
Usher buzz me in
Everybody loves Raymond
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You go get some girls
the venue
This the shit I'm into all black in the rental
My chopper be making hits it's such a sad instrumental
These niggas love boys enjoying their
you on the sideline
I'm a cut you open
And your heart ain't never closin
My love it ain't never dozin
I just never dove in
I know i'm a little
L3X verse
SHE WALK OUT PANTY LESS
IN DE PARTY BY DE BAR
SHE NAH BUSINESS
BAY LIQUOR INNA HAND
SHE'S A BAD BITCH
SHE WILL GET DE 3
the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out,
a man that can love you good
And treat you like he should
With me shawty you the shit
He might be good but he ain't like this
Cause I'm your baby
of papers (ow)
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, running over
livin' one
I be in a room full of bitches gettin' drunk
Smokin' like a point guard, no look
Passin' blunts
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Euro, this and that
you, boo
I also hope that you don't see through
This cleverly constructed ruse
Designed by a marketing team
Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
how
Tell em' why God does it
Pain like usher
Fresh to the T keep it clean
Chris in the front no tucker
Christ bring life can you receive He loves you
Buying out the bar like that ghetto superstar
Over the club I wish I stayed in
Nothing here but lust I knew that when I came in
Standing by the wall
Keep
Hook: Whole lotta money in my pocket right now my bad; That shit make me limp like this
Whole bunch a broads in my living room counting that bag;
Crystals (instrumental)
h. Faith
i. Light worker
j. You're the sun (reprise)
k. Fading lights (instrumental)
a. You're the sun
Relentlessly seeking in vain
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
also hope that you don't see through
This cleverly constructed ruse
Designed by a marketing team
Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
And girls'
This is for the people that are drinking in a club
The people getting' drunk, the people getting fucked up
We in the back smoking buds, spinning
right)
All I do is talk blow it's like my brain on drugs (nah)
You see me out nigga I do my thang in clubs (damn)
Listen up, Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
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