Lyrics:
then you turn it tragic
(You're makin me crazy)
I said 1-2-3, that's all I need
Just those 3 little words are gonna set me free
If you give me what I
And this is what our
President should be flying in we're gonna
Have Apple, an American company
Work on this plane
"What I need Saturday Night
Live
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak nigga!
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
Yo, this my question
their heads collide
Die!
You're gonna die...
Now my anger's growing worse
Next one's working as a nurse
Have to make a doctor's call
Drag my body down
runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick, huh? I
yo hmmm
Now you're feelin something unusual
Designed to only love you
Imagine this
Picture me lovin you all night long
Hittin yo hmmm right damn time
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
mean to me
And kiss you when you count to three
I'm gonna kiss you everyday
And worship everything that you say
You're beautiful I don't have to say
Yeah, it's the remix
We thuggish ruggish niggas always
And ready to bring the war if you hate
We thuggish ruggish niggas always
And ready
And you're waiting you're not
Breathing holding your breath
Thinking how you gonna live when
You're surrounded by death?
We might be hiding in caves
With all
Zenith peak, scenic Greek, architecture in my suite,
Sweet T, meet me, 3 feet from a
DJ!
This that feeling when youre in a small town
And you know you're
Three cars doors get open
Might get turnt into what you're smokin
Been scorin my boots are golden
Opps and thots get no emotion
If you see this car
Arrogant with no compassion
I just have three confessions
These are my history lessons
Let's start with the chapter one
This ain't gonna be so fun
I met
It’s great to hear your voice
Hi Nina, this is Richard calling
Its about 3:30 Saturday afternoon
Just calling to see how you’re doing
I don’t know if
never hit me in a text
I take that as disrespect
So now I'm gonna diss this set of celebs
Just for the Swift effect
Don't care whether it's correct
This
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
cheap
But the smoke come free
If you talk on me
Then you're holding 3
Fuck girls and fuck February 14th
I'm done with these hoes, just all on my own
that
Stop wondering what you gain
From the work you put in
And consider what would the world gain
If you put the work in
A baby is all this girl gonna
pour
The only way the forest grew
This show gonna start whether you here or not with me
Its cool
I learned how to walk alone
Through Hell and Love I
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
Just you and me, baby
That’s all we need, baby
I swear I’m gonna love you ‘til I fucking leave, baby
I’m on my knees, baby
Come join with me, baby
how i hold her
I'd do this any day
Forget what you knew
We're gonna die anyway
Got nothing to prove
Got nothing we can't do
If we don't live by
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