Lyrics:
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
Don't define you by your faults, ain't gon' push your buttons either
Everyday we startin' fresh, this is how it's s'posed to be
Never try to take
money in my hands that I'd really like to blow
Swag swag swag, on you
Chillin' by the fire while we eating fondue
I don't know 'bout me but I know
a scene or two erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change
Callin'
leash
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
to talk to you)
Sit down and let me talk to you
(Oh save it, save it, save it)
For a little while my sugar
(You've been talking for too long baby)
Yeah
I want her to feel it in her chest
I want her to feel it in her soul
I want her to lose control
Mary, talk to 'em
I
Yeah
I
You takin'
dying for something instead of living for nothing
End of discussion
[Chorus]
Hey, ain't no more talk
Just start killing niggas off till ain't no
Peel me a grape, crush me some ice,
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow.
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice,
You've got to wine me and dine
Lately we just pass each other by
We always say we'll get together
But we never find the time
To cherish and enjoy what we have together
Make time
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord,
a brand
Whoever finds this I love you
Whoever finds this I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this I love you
The old
right
Yeah. It was a gun
8:22 pm. I talked to one of the maidens
who had almost been devoured
Could I talk to you, Ma'am
Who are you
I'm St.
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
long blonde hair
New York's in flames
New York's in love
With the way she talks
And the way she walks
New York's in love
Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo
My, oh
he passes by, they all invite him
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
When girls get together
They like to talk about their latest love
And their description seems somehow to fit just like a glove
When girls get
me
Ain't nobody, gonna turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around, turn me around
Ain't nobody gonna talk sweet talk to me
Ain't nobody gonna
Yes I know she's the life of the party and without her things here would die
Oh but don't be fooled by her laughter she has her sad times she knows
me
It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make shit
thang here
Check this out y'all
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day 7 days a week can ya dig it
That's real talk baby
You know what
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