girl you mean They be starting shit, but it's your world On my Martin shit, you go girl She bad and you know it, some niggas save Hoes I'm not that heroic Could you be
My homie served ten years It's too late for him to be treated equally Too late for him to make it out the hood legally Ridin around doing my thing Is it too late to be
Wiz Khalifa] if you roll one up, i'mma roll one too oh you sayin' you don't smoke ? well that's all that we do you be up in the club i be up in the
Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels Like a Brink truck, way tough Nigga never budge, that's my space! What Marvel at my stance at your girl What she think, she
she my starting hose I'm on point at Game time, y'all be garden hoes Yeah she never plays games like the Parker bro? And we be drinking Conjure by the
picked up I know he's not around" (Are you drunk right now?) I'm just sayin', you could do better Tell me have you heard that lately? I'm just sayin' you could
-eh, so happy I could die Be your best friend, yeah, I'll love you forever Up in the clouds, we'll be higher than ever Eh-eh, eh-eh, so happy I could
poke her face I make her say Common She said she want whatever she like But she gotta bring your friend We could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She
AH AH Oh Oh(When I) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Face Pa-Pa Poker Face (I Make Her Say) (Ay, What You Talkin Bout 'Ye) (Kanye West) She Say She Want Whatever She Like She Say She
I Make Her Say) Oh Ah Oh Oh AH AH AH Oh Oh(When I) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face Pa-Pa Poker Her Face (Kanye West) She Say She Want Whatever She Like She Say She
go hard until it hurts off in this muthafucka I'ma boss, so you gotta work off in this muthafucka The work, and I can get you anything you want I could, I could, I could
she get the mozarella She look just like Rihanna She work with Wihelmina only rocking Galliano She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino Be watching
Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen Yeah 6 grand for a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair
clothes Thinks of surgery and a new nose Every calorie?s a war And while she wishes she was a dancer And that she never heard of cancer She wishes God
a dream, you're living a lie You keep wonderin' where she's goin' Just to find where she's been Could it be she no longer loves you? Could it be it's
with an iced out make I like girls with their goodie-good-good Woodpeckers peckin' on the woodie-wood-wood She love a go on the hoodie-hood-hood Takin' the whole thing like I knew she could
wrong thing That's very un Spike Lee but he be like he go round his mama then Cause when she here he be quiet When she leave he be talking again He be wylin again Be
wheel For me and you and your artificial intel You can't keep your hands off her She's beep-beep-beeping over every other word Technology sucks (Sucks!) I wish I could