Lyrics:
was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked
the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
It's a bag on his head, I'ma pick it up
It was money in the house, I used to stick it up
Got your main
She got it she got it
She got it she got it
She got it she got it
She got me on my way
She got it she got it
She got it she got it
She got it she got
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
that
She got that
(Ahh)
She got that
(Shit)
Baby can you throw it like quarterback
From the back finna make me have a heart attack
Need to relax Kit Kat
Bottle after bottle plus your pain reliever
Tatas on her model, she's a leader
Hot stuff, think I want her, matter fact I need her
Hot stuff, yeah, I
would do it all again
I would do it all again
If I knew I'd feel this pain
Just to be near you i would do it all again
I would do it all again
When she
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
I love to lust instead of lusting for love, and fell compelled by this devil’s tail. It’s all or nothing when loving she moans, I think she bluffing.
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
much stain on this Glock, mmm
She been through pain, she ain't no thot, mmm (she been through pain)
Is it jealousy, is it not? Mmm (you tell me)
the age of 15 she got kicked out her home
she came down to London from somewhere Up North
I think it was Manchester but I'm not quite sure
the first time I
knew my heart was broken
And so empty
Even though my girl was next to me
She didn't see
I do believe
That you wanna come by
Rescue me
If you read
(ooh)
She got her own (ooh)
I love her 'cause she got her own (ooh, ooh)
She got her own (ooh)
I love it when she say (ooh)
It's cool I got it (ooh)
she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
How's it hanging? Cause baby from the back the s*** is banging
I've been stressing in this ghetto game,
about the girl all the time
East side to the west side
Push your fat rides it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it
the sound.
The more dirt she moved away the louder the voice grew. It repeated itself louder and louder until it got so loud it became a distorted squeal.
Not
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
give it away
And my molly, found me at the party
Saw me counting cards
Why she got it out for me,
I'm just playing among the stars
Call her ring around
it on her own, she got it
Stuck inside my ways, ain't never 'gon change
All the shit I put her through, she push through da pain
Ima let her take my
glowing
She grabbed me by my arm and asked where I'm going
A lot on my mind and I'm ready to blow it
The dope ease the pain. make me feel like I'm flowing
It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
the pain in my heart, I don't like the crying (I'on like it)
Why she think I got hoes, I am not lying (Baby)
Call her Ethel Rosenberg, all this fuckin'
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