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愛してよ 私を 抱いてよ ねぇ、側においでよ 私の 最後の 記憶に 君の愛を 残したい... Polo to the floor though, you already know doe It's Adamsville forreal, you see it hoe, just take a photo I'm reppin' as I'm fo' door with a fo'-fo' on your bro though Cause that dodo thought that he could rob a player for some dough tho I (pff-pff-pff-pff) oh no, on some Allen Temple On some England manor, I'm so Mysty' Valley And I gotta couple pounds yesterday outta Cali And my bad bitch from the Valley brought me brand new Bally's And I'm playin' with a new American dream, Dusty Rhodes Man, she been ridin' clean since her daddy rode on vogues I done fucked her in every hotelly, every hole I ain't fucked her with my wife, but if she meet her she might be a go Ric Flair, Ric Flair flashy, bitch, don't I look dashin'? Bitch don't I look classy, bitch, don't act so sassy I'm the, I'm the man boo, that's with or without you To hell with what your mouth say, show me what that mouth do I hear 'em talking hella reckless, I won't even stress Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it They say it's lonely at the top, but this the best shit ever Hey don't you see me out here shinin'? Bitch I'm barely flexin' I hear 'em talking hella reckless, y'all won't even stress this Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it They say it's lonely at the top, this the best shit ever And even if we die today this shit gon' live forever Live forever Daddy Fat Saxxx with three X's, fuck niggas hit the exit No S is on my chest but all these diamonds got me blessed Usually I don't do this, dumb it down, go stupid Since 17 been countin' M's, my bank account's on Goofy They say Cosby gave 'em roofies, now who knows what the truth is (what?) Chicago's full of shooters, my garage is full of hoopties Got that Southern drawl and all that My pretty rose look like ball-bats The South got somethin' to say And all y'all niggas can't get y'all ball back If I ain't a hot boy then what it is, call Sax Daddy Fat in it y'all, never fall back Like clocks in the wintertime We stay eating like it's dinnertime Been feasting and chiefing and blowing big But it ain't no reefer round We don't know the meaning of drought Cause we keep it so wet, boy swear now it's been a while Just speaking in general While there is no formidable Opponent or/and nigga that want it Pure uncut, never step on it Line for line, dope when you want it Mine the kind to give a nigga hope When they down and out Nigga dig a hole so deep, ain't no climbin' out I hear 'em talking hella reckless, I won't even stress Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it They say it's lonely at the top, but this the best shit ever Hey don't you see me out here shinin'? Bitch I'm barely flexin' I hear 'em talking hella reckless, y'all won't even stress this Just kill 'em softly with my presence, won't even address it They say it's lonely at the top, this the best shit ever And even if we die today this shit gon' live forever Live forever Yo hoe, listen, just like I turned coco My vision is pimpin', you already know doe So go hoe, stroll hoe for the po-po, that's my logo Fo' sho hoe, pogo, get-get down on the flo' hoe, flo' doe Yo hoe, listen, just like I turned coco My vision is pimpin', you already know doe So go hoe, stroll hoe for the po-po, that's my logo Fo' sho hoe, pogo, now get down on the flo' hoe, flo' doe On the flo', get down on the flo' hoe On the flo', on the flo', get down on the flo' hoe On the flo', on the flo', get down on the flo' hoe
Writer(s): Hollis Gerard Mason Ii, Milton Poole Iii, Aura Qualic, Kristopher Bailey, Shelton Oliver, Tobias A. Thomas, Richard Miles Wheeler, Sarah Johnson, Michael Santigo Render, Antwan Patton, Raymon Ameer Murray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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