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And I know that she be feeling me
[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustler, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don't
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
Don't lie while I'm by your side and
Don't cry, know that I'm your ride and
Go fly, it's not where you reside and
Go by, go and take your stride
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
Baby we making it look so easy
Now They can't believe it
I know that you see that
I been on my grind
Been on my biz
Know that we bout it
You know that we
Yeah
I, I
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet (I, I)
Ooh (Na Na, steady rise, peace, dada), baby
I gotta get you home with me tonight (gotta get you
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
You can't pull a bitch
I'm dropping assists
You smoking the work
That's bad for the biz
That's none of my business
That's none of my business
That's
If u no like
We no dey biz ooo
Yeah yeah
We dey collect your girl
With the flex ooo
Chorus
Whine for me girl
Ooh my baby won’t you grind for me girl
Herman hers relationship and Herman is really a sick foolish man, who was given the name Samuels by mistake and it's not his and so he isn't a Samuels
Yeah
I, I
Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet (I, I)
Ooh (Na Na, steady rise, peace, dada), baby
I gotta get you home with me tonight (gotta get you
on the track you know whats up (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
Shake it baby let it drop (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
West Side Homies on the track you know whats
James
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)
Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts
Bustin ass daily as I compose like
Morrison, all of them ended by Hollywood
Thank God for Hollywood
Hollywood
You sure you want this, baby?
Hollywood, it's the most addictive drug in
havin' his baby
The bitch is driving him crazy
The motherfucker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing
baby, that's real, kind of helped me open up and taught me how to feel,
Tinman, got a heart, now it's doin' cartwheels,
You already know the biz, tryna
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' BLOWIN
Love the pain away
Soon as I poured up
Baby girl I wanted your love
I can’t keep fighting the feelings yeah you Know what I’ve been feeling for
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
Baby tani kofe wa to sope no
She no know say one day man go blow
Life na one by one not two by two
My padi no worry your time go show
Alaye double
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