Lyrics:
by yourself you'll be singing the blues, blues, blues, blues...)
Whoa-ho-oo-whoa-oo-oh-ooo! Ooo-whoa-ooo-oh-ooo-oh
Whoa-ho-oo-whoa
having you to hold again
By the time I figure this all out you let me go
Oh oh whoa oh whoa
Now our time is up now were exchanging goodbyes
It was
I been thinking bout my dream girl
She don't pay me no mind
She don't walk no she rather go glide
Lemme tell you whoa whoa
She don't wanna float by
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
Mo money, mo problems
I'm sipping Moet out the bottle
I'm headed to the top from the bottom
Put on for my city I gotta
Big dream, whoa
Big
somebody's Ferrari
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep
I got too many rings
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hmm
I don't know if you want me, girl there's a lot of us
You been doin' things, yeah
you ever get one of a full head of wisdom
Then the game is in you
It's alright (hmmmm)
Guess what? I was asked by me called God.
Verse 1.
It's amazing
(Steve Aoki)
Summer nights, bottles on ice
Everyone around hanging out by the campfire
Living life, feeling so right
I don't want this night
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
(In a fast car)
(Police give me 5 star)
(I'll be drivin' hard)
(Shawty will you stay by my side)
(In a fast car)
(Police give
sing it)
Whoa ain't no reason this can't work out for everybody
Whoa 'cause you came with your girls and I came with my homies
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
Making hip-hop work in the pop world
driving out the private gate
Counting the stars with our last name on the license plate
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
I lied to myself 'bout trying to be here all
the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin' greatest
Whoa
whoa)
Get in the snow (ooh whoa oh oh, ooh whoa oh oh)
Sing songs with the choir
Roast chestnuts by the fire
Hang those ornaments and move that star
is so whiny)
Pump up them tiny hands Because of brown no one’s hiring)
Pump out your problems all due to illegal Mexicans
Rub tight them tiny hands
black
We signing every titty out, we going tit for tat
Like can you picture that?
And how ironic
Is it that I riding 'round listenin' to Nickleback?
love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Trouble)
Whoa, whoa, aye
You're in Trouble Quisi
I'm competing for love
I made the tourney
Imma break your bracket
Must be a dub
I can see just by the way
feel it
Till the stars fade out of sight
Full throttle, tipping back bottles
Gonna set this field on fire
Tonight, ooo ooo ooo
Tonight
Whoa
booty rubs
No jodeci, I got you feenin'
Like you using drugs
We started from the internet
Lets make computer love
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it, ay
Got
made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful
Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
'em the blueprint (Haha)
Bozo
Bitches wanna strip for the photos (Thot)
I just wanna chill by the Duomo (Whoa)
Takin' trips out to Lake Como (Italy)
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