when you hit play or on your Google search Bitches bow they head and bend they knees just like they do in church Drop dope into her purse before you get into her
eyes of beholder how come everyone hushed when she walked by How come girls would look just to scold her How come the angel wanted to hold her?
people talkin', people talkin' I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line Hide this wood, flow don't knock it Cause when I'm rockin' her eyes
pussy I ain't worried bout a bitch, she can kiss my ass The only time I come to fuck, is when I can't get cash Keep your mind off mines, and build up
man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just
Deja Vu Jay-Z Rap Outro: Yes Hova's flow so unusual Baby girl you should already know it's H-O light up the dro 'cause you gon need help tryna study my bounce flow
I ain't finna change, so we'll never agree again Just a few things pouring out my soul Rosewood we could se her with our eyes closed
really sound fly Third gain the zone, the Washa has arrived Fourth keep my mind and my song online We purchasin dues that remain state of mind Equipped
Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow Well my heart
be overthrown Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina? She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her
'm so la-di-da so Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco You mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in
could spit a rhythm to a bitch and get her pussy wetter, Pimpin on a bitch and tell her I could get her pussy cheddar So I get the camera wanna go and
got") The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed You're out of your lane, I'm runnin with my windows tinted {"You got") A closed mind with locks on the gate
like this look ma, no protection Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough so the scenery is healthy where her eyes
We playing all four quarters til the clock expire So til I see the ref waving I will not retire My flow is still official and I still got the fire Can't take your eyes
in purple velvets With a flower in her hair Feel her gentle spirit As the champa fills the air She wears rubys on her fingers Tiny bells upon her toes
bigger butt I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her Dont put the back on, too many