Lyrics:
found,
That makes your escape quick in town,
So run bitch I’m Running you down.
Call me King Koopa, I’m knockin down your troopers,
I’m comin out
I guess thats a two for one party at the West end
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, bitch
and welcome home
And we'll pick up where we left off
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah yeah
Telling stories, making toasts
You know I'm gonna miss you most
Time will
it
And baby hit my iMessages like "what's happenin'?"
I like the way you move it got me sayin' whoa whoa
The way she push the gas pedal and she make it
next
Industry parties and money and sex
Say what you want but I might be the best
Whoa
Might be the best
Say what you want but I might be the best
the mashing stop
On my chest instrumentals over
On boxed up being drove by chauffeurs
Otherwise I'm in the middle
With two bitches while they laugh and giggle
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
on the sand
Then I head down the shorelines
To check out the bands
'Cause it's all right
Each and every single night
Well, it's all right
How about you hang out
anyone or anything||Oh, whoa||I saw this cop, he was walking down the sidewalk|I said hello, he kept on walking by|Just like a rock star, I found his cop
to shop out of my store
Grab him by his pompadour show him a closet and how to get out of that door
Catch him with his Jammies on making passes and bet I
This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time,
Mister Clean
And now he doggin'
On this donkey
Wash ya mouth out
Call that Listerine
Suck on my nipples
Rub on this ass
He secure the bag
So I rake in
I wanna see my niggas go insane
You gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame
You gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne
You gon' make me go out
Late at night, awake and alone
I count the stars in the sky
Every cloud that rolls by
And I think of you, I whisper, I wish
With everything that
the ocean
I can't wait to rub you down with this lotion
You say you're stressed but by love be the potion
I got motion with my baby we be joking
People
've gotta be by you and speaking
A little time has been taken
I find it was time we needed
When our minds are aligned, we know
That star's in view
guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by
I'm blank
Ex bitch left me stabbed by a shank
They had me out trapped by dank
I'm rolling you up baby but it stank
Express yo feelings whenever you down
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
slow like whoa
And I just switched over to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain't getting no ride home
I be riding through
I meant to say text
Disruptive behavior, subject to change by my chain, get upset
I'm becomin' a gangster, they have PMS
If you won't be a woman,
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
in the Expedition
I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be
Oh yes, you know me
4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T
Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be
inside, but deep in the night.
The light is bright enough to send the weakest ones to go for the ride in.
Oh no you cannot fade away.
Whoa, whoa
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