Same song, I'm back, been around the world It ain't where I been, but where I'm 'bout to go Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
#Jay z give it to me how to#
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless Okay, I might wife you and buy you nice whips I might light your Crist' but that about it How, much I'm a spend but you already know Let's keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats I told you, save the narrative, you savin' it up for marriage
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin' When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin' Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Now I just wanna love you, you know I love youĪnd with all this cash, you'll forget your man It ain't where I been, it's where I'm 'bout to go Let's go Hov! Uh huh, Hov' You, are, not, ready Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I'm bout to go Now I just wanna love you But be who I am And with all this cash You'll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff *When the Remi's in the system Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em That's what they be yellin I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all be chasin, I replace them* Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E Can't keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key *And I wish I never met her at all.* It gets better, ordered another round It's, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth marked jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage You wanna see how far I'ma go How, much I'ma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Crist', but that about it Might light your wrist, but that about it Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I'm bout to go Now I just wanna love you But be who I am And with all this cash You'll forget your man Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, I'm back, been around the world Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins Can't deny me, why would you want to You need me, why don't you try me Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'! Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta.I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know
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