Lyrics:
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
we got going on
Niggas been sleeping on the Carolinas
Prove that I’m wrong
You’ll want a Carolina shawty by the end of this song
Smoother than the silk
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
body all that
Ten toes baby yea
I ride by myself it's betta for my health
Ride by myself hard trusting someone else
This world get you knelt everybody
Please smile to me
Baby smile to me
Whisper cradles
cre you too blind to see
That baby you' re the one
With whom I'd like to spend the whole day
and upgrade you
I can (up), can I? (Up), let me, upgrade you?
Partner, let me upgrade you
I can do for you, what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men,
and upgrade you
I can (up), can I? (Up), let me, upgrade you?
Partner, let me upgrade you
I can do for you, what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men,
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby
baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
And I keep hitting
baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
And I keep hitting
what I'm saying
I can tell it by the way that you move
Girl, I bet you think this song is about you, don't you?
I bet you think this song is about
Favorite Song
Chorus:
Tell me, tell me baby girl what you really on
Turn that, around to your favorite song, your favorite song, your favorite
tongue, oh no
Don't need to be loved by you
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she's singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, said, ooh
Just like
Backwards pimping the moon dogs balling
Baby I ain't tripping I'm just balling where I'm calling
You know id like to dedicate this song
To my grandparents for
and straight
Edges and reaching so hard for
Some soul nicki destroyed them
This is what she does she takes a pretty good
Song, wait's until you are
Popping
children
Two was the palmentor, south pole
One was the ity bity baby
Wrapped all in that
I may know what you gon' name that
A stranger that's born, born
here to arrest you
I said why, you downloaded silk road, now dont cry
You wanna be a hobo, i said no no, so i ran from the popo
My nose is running not
[Verse 1]
The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt and niggas get killed
Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug
happened to me i said life
But baby i lied, it's always been you
Is that a mistletoe, baby I don't know
I hope i told you now, when this song comes out
Is A Divine Play, You Are Praised By Nandi
You Stay On The Peak Of The Greatest Mountain Vindhya, You Give Joy To Vishnu, You Are Praised By Indra
O
he dropped
On the hip-hop world
If Frank Ocean wanted to play you a song
You'd drive across town in
The pouring rain, right? That's how we've
Ended up
As a songwriter, songs are your babies. You give birth to a song idea, a title, a phrase, and you watch the seed grow into something, tangible,
watch HBO all alone
So get to me before I decompose
Let me see you, girl, before the baby shows
I keep thinkin' about your dark brown hair
I keep waitin'
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