All to do is done by you (Don't you just know it?) Baby, don't believe I wear 2 left shoes (Don't you just know it?) Ah, ha, ha, ha (Ah, ha, ha, ha)
drill Rock band, show you how the guitar feel And I could care less how ya'll feel I got a flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel This is that good, just puff it
it hit the fan Girl, every minute I wanna hold your hand Ain't no limit to the words I'm saying I don't wanna rock with a brand new band Just you, lil
I feed it whoa (whoa) The more I need it whoa (whoa) You say whoa Whoa is me Im so whoa Say whoa (whoa) The more I feed it whoa (whoa) The more I need it
stings And I'm beasting off the riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that you do bring I'm just tryin'
out allahamdulliah with my billions pilin im just wildin, bought two islands lakshmi makalen diamond soundin bout to buy japan, trick im just stylin money
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen This all time, the time you've all been waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
Boosie 'cause it's Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Homies need some blocks Coupes need some shoes Used to get it
They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it Do anything you want, just don't get up on it Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me Equipped
people crying showers No one ever really telled how it is I sang about hopeless 'cause everyone knows it, knows it And it was so honest Finally breathing some clean air Been through it
're heart was mine to buy. All those feelings you implied, it all was just terrible lies...oh what a terrible lie.." Do you remember in the first verse
to do is shut off Our access to information itself If they can't do it by law They know there's other ways to do it
She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit And said in my ear, "Want you to have it" Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground My mind
rock band, it's got to jump off, it's real black hardcore Band called Bodycount, and a, on some of the records I'm like layin' Some vocals on it and
she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all ears Smokin' on that head band, call that shit the Paul Pearce I'm just
with mine, why you acting surprised? Ask any ho who know me, all I do is smash and ride Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in her eyes
up stanky Wake up in the morning, 10 o'clock dranking Party, party, party, let's all get wasted Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked I'm so wasted
You got another class to teach I'm in rehearsal with the band You're always one step out of the reach I'm looking for some harmony With you it comes