So wet, so soft you're that place I run to. The source of my happiness and my stress oh yeah. I love you dearly I care too much there was I then us against this wilderness oh yeah.
Uh, yeah,. Let's rock with me. R.less, hey, let me do it. Yeah,. . I'm just trying to play my position,. If you seek, let me be your physician. Guarantee I'm the piece you've been missing,.
[VERSE 1]. . You know how I love you girl. Do it with a passion. Know I got in trouble for an Instagram caption. Looking for some action. Sick with the fashion.
We're here to have a good time this evening. I'd like to welcome to the stage none other than Ryan Leslie. . I love them shoes you're wearin'. I'm try'na do my best but I can't stop starin'.
Your red lights. Ain't never slowing me down, oh no no. . Uh yea. My passion a reason for my existence. My success the product of my persistence. Self-made, I did it with no assistance.
We're here to have a good time this evening. I'd like to welcome to the stage none other than Ryan Leslie. . I love them shoes you're wearin'. I'm try'na do my best but I can't stop starin'.
Oh... Hoo (you know I got a taste for you). . Verse 1:. Citylights will captivate ya my love. And your pretty eyes say it's in your nature my love. To play hard to get but I bet I'll make ya my love.
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers. To real niggaz, who ain't got no feelings. To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers. To real niggaz to real niggaz.
when it comes to be real. baby know I am the king. pocket full of money. ribs full of ..... truck full of .... truck full of .... truck full of ...t. ruck full of ...truck full of ...truck full of ....
Torn between you and the sky. . I feel bruised by the inside vibes. I'm on the outside of this beautiful day. And the road that winds it's way through the diamond lakes.
It's a new day in the rap game!. Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!. . [Verse 1]. My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'. I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontin'.
Look at this nigga, stuntin' in front of Justin's, actin silly. If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him with this milli. You hoe niggaz move a brick and think they rich.
{Shyne} (Foxy Brown). [Shyne] Uh huh. [Foxy Brown] Uh. [Shyne] Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That's right). [Foxy Brown] Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight why'all; Murder City.
Hustler, bad motherfucker. Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and back. Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin. Ferrari engines leave your whole fuckin block tremblin.
This thing right here is lettin' all the ladies know. What guys talk about. You know. The finer things in life. Check it out. . Oh, dat dress so scandalous.
Fox, whassup Fox?. What's up Case, how ya doin' baby?. Chillin', what's going down?. Ain't nothin', about to lace this track for ya real quick. Ya gonna flow in the joint for me?.
[Featuring Havoc]. [Foxy] Uhh, uh-huh, Firm. [Havoc] Infamous. [Foxy] The Brook-lyn, Q-be. . [chorus]. [Foxy] My mind is the drama, that got me lookin back.
Tramp!. What you call me?! Tramp!. What you call me?! Tramp!. What you call me?! Tramp!. What you call me?!. . Homegirls attention you must pay. So listen close to what I say.
Uh yeah uh, The Firm. Lust, hate, envy, jealousy. Connivin niggaz. Nigga nature, uh, yeah. . Jumped out the ride, floss high, black tie. Cocoa to lye, three guys, slanted eyes.
Shimmering memories.. up in the studio gettin' low. Listening it's the realest shit I've ever wrote. This is a letter. From Inga. To my mother, and my brothers, and my baby.