Lyrics:
by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Two nights, we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music and started dancing
Stones and they
Rocked me the wisdom they yell
"All is well" and it got me to wishin'
2Pac, the ambition, I'm keepin' my head up
I am a rider from
french windows
Leading to the study fosco is in
The garden feeding his mouse)
Feast, my friend enjoy your little dinner
And pay attention now you little
to Calaise, nothing to eat
'Cept berries, nuts and spoiling meat
A diarrhoea diet to make any turn tail
Ever puked your pants in mail?
Our army is mangy,
glocks are kept
In my pants a weapon, cuz it's on
Like Donkey Kong
Light up a bong, idk some French shit
Nothing's wrong, just this song is too long
More
tryna get a taste of what's beneath those pants
You can't blame me babe
It's a delicacy in France
Uh tongue game Froppy
Shawty's top go awful sloppy
If
simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
floor shes havin sex
takin em on two at a time
her lips her hips (AND) her big behind
what's this (FRENCH KISS) 'excuse me miss'
rita's not havin it
'but
[Intro:]
Yeah
Ay
Ay
That's right
[Verse 1:]
Hopping out a drop appla'
Pants hanging to my ankles
Feel em hate from every angle
They intimidating
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin', it's nothin'
That we ain't did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By
in our ways ain't nobody live free
Like Sherlock Holmes I sneak up on ya ease
I don't like trouble but it sure likes me
In a French garden on rocks
two every day my oldest was took from me
Got one sister and a brother all of us look like each other
We share the same traits the same womb of my mother
off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French
Okay, I
Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
Mirror mirror on the wall who the baddest of em all?
(P h L y by the way)
You got this thing make ya boy wanna sing (Damn)
For real thou, I’ll get
[Joey as Derrick]
My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick
Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
Gotta lil sister and my pops just
consequences,
Tell me how can I get along
With the opposition
Y'all fucked up letting Young Connor get better
Now y'all niggas bout to get slapped by a french
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
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