Lyrics:
Every now and then (every now and then)
Put a smile on your face (put a smile on your face)
And make a friend (and make a friend)
Stop that hatin (Stop
on your face (put a smile on your face)
And make a friend (and make a friend)
Stop that hatin (Stop that hatin')
And negativity (and negativity)
Love
they can't stop a hot chick
And no matter what I sell still gon' drop hits
I'm locked and hid the key, want some of Eve?
Try your luck homie, might
walk by, my heart is racing
I can't fuck with you if you a lame, bitch
I can't fuck with niggas, they be hatin'
But, bae, you stuck like glue, let's make
ship
Or spinning the yarn with a talking snake
Who gives me advice on how to behave
You can't fight this world all on your own
Adam you need your Eve
Dapré yo yo vlé maille
Yo pon yonn pa'a travay
Yo ka vwè nou fè tan nou
Mé yo bizwen babyé
Fè feeling èvè boug a yo
Kankan si lé rézo
Yo ka véyé vi
CUDDLING ON CHRISTMAS EVE
words and music by Rick Paul
Oh, the neighborhood's lit up with Christmas lights
Painting rainbows on the new-fallen snow
of the people who always be hatin on this
Kinda like Jorja,
Let’s just be honest, I don’t think anyone’s ever gone stop me
Like Luther King
I have a dream
Every now and then (every now and then)
Put a smile on your face (put a smile on your face)
And make a friend (and make a friend)
Stop that hatin (Stop
yea times it by 10
Idk what it is im just cold with the flow
My ex told me stop rappin
Told her weird ass no
Hit the roads
Sound like u off that dro
that's hatin and dissin
But mission accomplished they hatin what's different
Broke in a minute
Yo bro breathing different air
Took his new girl she made
Tell ‘em come fuck wit me
I’m coo (Coo)
I’m no regular dude (dude)
Ima do me lil n**** do you
Crybaby hatin’ ass n***** boo-hoo
Tell ‘em come fuck
Bro, stop bitchin' Hey, tell me, tell me why you sneak dissin
Hey, hey Bro, stop bitchin
Hey, tell me, tell me why you sneak dissin' Hey, look, bro,
Stop all that hatin', no reason for that
We all gettin' money, it's reasons for that
Flatout get bands like he be in the trap
He broke, I don't
dough
Hatin' on other folks
But you gettin' none of yours
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
How' bout that money?
How 'bout that money
whatever, why you hatin'?
Yo, he kinda had that yo, he kinda had that
Nah, man, it did not sound like Pharoahe (hey, stop hatin')
You need to congratulate,
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
(Hvnnidband did that)
Blueface, baby
(Hvnnidband did that)
Yeah, aight
Stop the cappin'
Stop the cappin'
Stop cappin' (stop cappin'), I'm
coming back it seems
Radioactive matter passing by me rapidly
Imagining a star cruiser, whipping through the galaxy
Crash landed, fathered Adam and Eve in
We against like every odd fuck all the odds just let us chase it
Had some folks die by the gun when I got mine I feel the safest
Wanted riches
me to stop it
Goin' fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter and a bad bitch
Niggas hatin' on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If
Heard you did it first i can do it better
Say you gotta man i can treat you betta
If he talkin beef gotta new baretta
See they started hatin when im
period, Eve, they hearin' it
Believe they fearin' it, but lovin' it though
I hate the game, fuck the fame, but I'm lovin' the dough
You couldn't tell
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch
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