Lyrics:
I heard all about you, yeah
You know news gets around
When he called me up to tell me
I could tell by the sound
I used to call him baby
And he used
"I Got The Magic Numbers" Lyrics
by Ten-Headed Skeleton
I got friends in the gutter friends that are mothers friends who lost their ID and friends
it in your face
Aint no other bitch above you
Cant nobody take your place
Held it down so many times
A nigga couldn't doubt it
Realest nigga in my
on they cellphones
So nosy they ain’t even focusing on where they going
I see you going out of your way
To get up in my way
It might be time to hit
Yea she hate me
But she wanna hit my line
But you know that I'm making money
I don't got the time
You wanna hit me up
But you know that I decline
Cuz
Heavster, time keeps on slipping)
Who's the man?
(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)
Who's the man?
(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)
Who's
You know how I feel bout liars
Please don't shake my hand
Is we riding or we beefing
I got places I want to see
But I know my time is leaving
Final
with the robbing, I was broke n aint have food lately
Every time I fell for you, you played me like a fool baby
Fell in love with a chick, yea, this lil
to my own
Don't have to keep my
Eyes on your rhinestones
Take yo' watch and kill you
If the time wrong, so pop off
We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the
Top
light up my whole horizon
Got my heart you my Corazon
You a star like who needs the sun
I know you get by fine on your own
Just imagine a time when you're
You're friends are right it's jodeci
But the song is called freak'n you
I wanna freak you Everytime I close my eyes
I wake up feelin' so horny
I
Member all the times they ain’t notice me
Now they come and talk like Jodeci
Better squeeze tight on your rosary
Ain’t no nigga running down
and cry for you like Jodeci
Huh, cry for you like Jodeci
Fuck it Ashton Martin, chilling with the Martians, thought I relocate
Texting with a shorty, where
Hennessy, VSOP, and XO
Two moods
In the Escalade bumpin' Jodeci, subtweetin'
In the drop top, whole crew
Kinda leanin', tires screechin', baby
Two moods
a muhfucker with a fine ass
Word to mother; bitch nasty like me
Love to fuck a nigga in places where people could see
The bitch send a chill like cold
makes you change your pace
Is in that moment i grab your waist
Sitback it's your time
Give me that Slow Grind
Don't need no cosign
Cause girl your mine
how it's supposed to be
Yeahhh that's how it's supposed to be
Niggas act like they got ovaries
They be all up in they feelings
Like jodeci
I'm tryna be
other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin' to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage
wack album out be doin
They done bullshit you gotta go gotta go
So pick the time and the place if you ever wanna Warren G
Cause you could stay if you was
not yet
But while summer, I bet
I get my next child from her
Have a baby by me playin' as loud as I wanna
My checks, they pile, runneth over
Older
whine for me, back it up take time for me
Just gimmie waist that waist calm waist girl keep it in place
Gimmie waist that waist stay calm girl keep it in
Moving with it steady
See you coming over slow
Tell me when it's time to go
Only one that I see
Maybe this could be
Right place right time
Right place
a buck
Who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine
I gotta see what's going on
But by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me Mr. Cheeks
cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this is dedicated to the dark skin white girls
Whether
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