Lyrics:
you talkin' mama (go 'head baby)
And you'll always wanna sing this Heavy D song
Whipped cream dreams I fulfill with my schemes
Down low like R
now you feel me
Now you love it nigga we still thuggin'
My twenty-fours rubbin' 'cause my rims are too heavy
I got my own liquor, now I can't hold
loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
When tears are in your eyes,
And you can't find
the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will
that shit up
My pack smell like a fart
Damn
(Damn)
Please remind me who you are
I do not know who you are
Foreal
Foreal
I don't know none of you bitches
Lemme put you on game (c'mon)
Don't listen to people who lose or you'll do the same (fuck are y'all doin'?)
Stop talkin' to people who don't give
pockets are fat?
Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant?
You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they whip
You know me and I don't
Who am I to argue with God?
Who are you to argue with me for letting the beast come out of the prophet?
I'm a loopy type of nigga
If she pregnant,
I can't lose
I can't lose
They keep talkin' (They keep talkin')
They keep talkin' (They keep talkin')
Beat 'em all (Beat 'em all)
They still talkin
Kanye, it's Foxx, man
I'm just sayin' I was talkin' to the girls, you know
And we don't put enough emphasis on the ladies sometime
You know, I was
heard she got that (Boston Crab)
Batteries in your back, go by what he say
Just need you to know that it's no lee-way,
and the tables are turned, go DJ
So
froze
How much are you stacking only god knows
I made a pact with myself to explode
Travel the globe and get J-Lo some Coach
I be out pitching I wonder
froze
How much are you stacking only god knows
I made a pact with myself to explode
Travel the globe and get J-Lo some Coach
I be out pitching I wonder
Why you talkin' like you know me?
Nah, who that? Call me "Homie"
We ain't homies nah, who that? Remember when
They didn't know me?
Now they like "Who
that you do it big but we all know the truth is different
You said that you movin' chickens, must be talkin' food in kitchens
You are just a waiter, you
careful who you mess with
I ain't tryna be his next hit I'm tryna be his last chick
I'm off the market my stocks up red carpets
Ima finish what I started
The west coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkin bout?
Fuck all the critics in the n-why-see
Who wants to rock the microphone
story short we fucked
No poker but I called his bluff
Talkin shit on twitter
I ain't scared of you nigga
Just name the place I'll show up
His girl said
nigga
Uh, ain't no talkin' fly, I'm warnin' you, tell all your stories, walkin' by
There ain't no more love to give you, my heart is crossed inside
E-V-I-L E and Ice-T are on a jack move
Layin down the dope groove, smokin those who disapprove
Wreckin the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk
to dance and sing
We are kings and we are queens
No one can come up in between
What he has planned for you to be
'Talkin 'bout true love
'Talkin 'bout true
the
American people need to achieve
And accomplish don't ever forget
That it doesn't matter
Who you are or what you've done
Just know that
Nobody is perfect
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're getting scarier
*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
Talkin
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