Lyrics:
for my nigga bubble
Yo Homie turn cold you can’t think nothing of it
Acting like you gone be ready to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
she got 500 artists on her phone, aye
My whole world, one girl
Too good, three words
You & me like yin & yang
Made for each other, Barbie & Ken
Red sun,
stop
cbout me
Steady, I'm ready
For you
{Wording} ‘Come on now baby, you know that feeling, I want your sexual healing'
Ya feel me, Ya feel me, Ya feel
Save a little for me, oh
This just might hurt a little
Love hurts sometimes when you do it right
Don't be afraid of a little bit of pain
Pleasure
Look! Up in the sky!
It's a bird
It's a plane!
Hee hee hee hee, no! It's Sooperman Lover, baby! Yeah
Daddy, Daddy! Would you please tell me
a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We
take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the
week.
I'm tryna be this Real I'm surrounded by fake but I don't wanna fall father save me
Even when I fall with my right hand to you I will be standing tall
decide to kick it tonight
We can chill and I can act like I don't wanna fuck
You can tell me all your problems like I really give one (nope)
But I give
hushin' it up
You got me feenin' for more
When other niggaz used to call you after midnight
It never bothered me, girl, we was only friends, right?
So why
got bedroom eyes for you
I don't think it's rude of me to say
Hey I've been working hard outside all day
Push that pretty body up to mine
Let me
Would do for me
You do for me
You do for me
You do for me
I do for you too
Take myself by the hand, join the queue
What am I doing outside my
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
here in May
The realization that it wouldn't stay so bright
Cause you were dancing here in February every single night
Saturday waits for me, I just
Save a little for me, oh
This just might hurt a little
Love hurts sometimes when you do it right
Don't be afraid of a little bit of pain
Pleasure
shouldn't still adore you
I know your love for me is 6 feet in the soil
Can we take it back to the way it was?
Can I be enough for you, babe?
It's almost
who asked
Its a symptom of the class or more accurately cast
But I think ill leave that explanation for another time
And just hit you with a couple more
Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total
Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
Play
a bad girl, you just too good for me
I need a fast car (fast car)
Candy-coated red
Drive me all night and park it in my bed
I need a fast car (fast
was perfectly wrong
Now i'm in my bedroom setting up acoustics
Can't sleep, can't eat, not without my music
People hate it I make it for people getting
what you want and who you're hurting
You'll get your happy dance from me baby
I will play the part so hard it gets bought
I specialize in acoustic music
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
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