you get what you need You need honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues Under my thumb, the girl who once had me down Under my thumb, the girl
it, Get my 2 step on, with my turtle neck on Thin ass chain, light beer in my glass Mackin at the bitches, the ones with the ass Girl you know it'
Where a man is determined by how much a man make Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear Under
need to be scared I need you tonight, come on out if you dare I'm just a girl with my feet on the ground I'm just a girl with my head going round I
down When I lay you down (When I lay you down) You know that I'm falling for you When I lay you down It's Friday night, just got paid freshest cube in a glass
slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me It's like I got the world in my palm, your girl up under my arm
scan rock jams Get down from where I stand to Scotland Dustin like Hothman If that'll stop what you got planned the shot's ? Ask your man, ask your girl
sit in the back Spendin' mad cash, money, money and we real bad-ass You know we got panache style, sass Gettin' mad ass, keepin' it under glass Pizazz
They say "Skepta, you must get loads of girls" the music's picked up now tell em like J2k, nahh, it's all switched up now she thinks that if she talks
its too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming my mentality's caveman stupid woman my life is Truman show, all I have is music hoe I stopped chasing every chick under
old, that's all Ain't nothin change fool {Verse one} [Curren$y] Uhh Nigga for what? Get down with them suckers when I'm high as fuck and they under
DJ play my track I want my girls on the floor. Now you know I made an anthem for all my hot chicks. And I aint about how we girls are raisin' your
Table dancin', smashin' glasses, it starts to get naughty. Its time to show em' how we do on the floor So while the DJ play my track I want my girls
a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Broken glass
gun powder. Bright blue speck of light, cause from handstand Dime in the jukebox, '65 Mustang Pepsi Cola, palm tress, The Fonz Mad stab with bayonet, girls
the same class Before the ice melts I drain the whole glass Ahh, nothing but fumes are left I'm often half cocked talkin' under my breath Girls in the
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is Illmatic