Lyrics:
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like that
Be like that, it just be like that
Baby tell me why it's gotta be like
I’ve been a whole snack
Been looking gourmet
So If you’re not tryna dance
Don’t
Tell me how to move
If you’re not tryna dance
Don’t
Tell me how to move
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
You're the one who took a piece
That is soo ironically, you took everything from me
I don't need apologies, I want you to tell me
You were the one
Who
way
I keep my head above water (keep my head above water)
Tell me what's the use of lookin' sad?
Keep your head above water
'Cause it ain't all bad
had me mesmerized
With them nice braids and
Them nice ol' thighs
Street poetry, that's my everyday
I come to North Sea, yo, on a Sunday
So I could say
Can’t nobody love you like the way that i
Can’t nobody fuck you like the way that i
Right now i know you’re feigning for me every night
Baby tell me where
Sitting side by side in the full moonlight
I pulled her close, just to hold her tight
And the both of us could
Tell it just felt right
She looked at me in
say, nigga trying to get paid
Hustle Monday to Sunday
What would you do if you were down bad
And needed some money
I hit that block when it got me some
on Sunday.
I really wanna dress u up like u on a runway
Baby girl . I stg all we need is one day.
One day.
One day.
By the time that it's over it'll prolly
church
Sunday's best, skinny vato swaggin' out the old shirt
If you lose your soul, tell me really what's the gold worth
Had to settle down, little honey
to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my
and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker that's all
Can't none of why'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you
(Marcel)
Closet bipolar it keep throwing fits
Hit my dance Carlton, went to the Ritz
Ian come from no rags, trynna get rich
And I want me a sack so
in and they keep on comin'
Lotta faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big bank on me
I do the dash in the winter,
ME TAKE IT REAL LIKE SUNDAY
GIRL U GOT MONDAY, COME AND U FEEL PANIC
SO LADY I WANT U BY MY SIDE,SEXY I NEED U BY MY SIDE
TURN IT, HEY HEY HEY, COME
to get Famous
I’m I floating in the clouds, Yeah
Dap me up, yeah with a Saber
The room wavy
Tell them that I wonna make songs
These beats for me is where
(Sparbz in it)
If it's necessary
Tell me when to roll up
Let me know
If it's necessary
Tell me when to roll up
I got some spare time, this
Just need you to tell me we're alright, tell me we're okay
'Cause I told you my level of concern
But you walked by like you never heard
And you
I'm (easy!) Easy, easy like sunday morning
I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I'm yawning
Ah, common's comin' with that old "oh excuse me
to be something some day
He always told me to keep my head high
And don’t let them distract you from the prize
I kept that motto till this day
Now I’m
niggas shoot
I'm from the Bronx you could tell by my boots
Timberlands unlaced
It was sickening collecting chump change
Ain't religious ain't go to church
had to stop fuckin' on type of hoes that pop out with the same shit
A Richard Miller Cuban on my wrist
They ain't hear that monkey possible tell them
I'm getting money nigga
Tryin' to reup Sunday
Have gon by Monday nigga
And if u owe me
Just have my money nigga
Cuz u can be here Sunday
And gon by
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