Everything you say Everything you do Everything you say Makes me whatever you do Everything you say That's everything you say Everything you say Everything you say Everything you say Everything you say
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you're losing sight don't you worry you can't go wrong inside everything you say leaves me full of shine everything you say crosses up my mind that's everything you say you
was then I understood They taste like candy, brandy and wine, peaches, bananas and everything good I like cars and big cigars but baby they won't be missed If everyday I hear you say
still be peekin' at it She say "they come with painted faces tryna clown on you, how they under you but tryna talk down on you?" You see a rat is gon
you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you there, feel like June in December too So what you think about Cancun till
Jagged Edge) [Fabolous talking] Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah You
chase You just ain't never drink like this You can't even lie You probally got high But you ain't never smoked like this I see shoppin' bags Might pop some tags But you
you but girl they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you away for like June and December to so what you think about cancun till
draped in ice Crazy chain, piece and medallion Pass the seat, or yellow stallion Pretty brown eyes, and thick thighs Half Chinese, mixed with Italian Paid for, everything
drugs frontin' with all the right real come on don't even say what a lady does look as to think i'm turnin' out with a word at last to run 'em out industry- everything
everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make you make I told you we'd make
gun salute I salute you my niggas, stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin
You said, that you were gonna stop when you Had enough, you'd do what you had to do Now you, like the profession you've made it for yourself You said, you
ya bitch ass ran You screamin' ya gun jam I know your type fam You pussy I understand You screamin' your gun jam You run when the shots fire You scared
sky Up in the sky, you can fly You will make it if you try In the sky you are far away Up in the sky you can sing And you can do everything And no matter
