y'all soon to die 'cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay Feel comfortable
Rice I call mami Montana, bandanna Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B
Even in the darkest hour When the world is fast asleep I sit by candlelight with memories When the wind was oh so cold I used to hold you baby, hold
She showed me how to dance on the floor The moves I could use Each friday at the rex we would meet Sometimes without words The doorman said if you had
I guess I'm just a fool Still dreaming of you But the way the story ended What else can I do ? You said I was too good to you Too good and too sweet
I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I'm wishin' on a star To follow where you are I'm wishing
Forty winks in the lobby, make mine a G&T Then to our favorite hobby, searching for an enemy Here in our paper houses, stretching for miles and miles
years and never be afraid cos even when my head says this is all there is i believe there'll be another time L.A.B.A.T.Y.D. all our bodiesthree score
is gangsta love Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked Poured a glass of Army, got mami in the mood This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude Then she
tell a b!tch just dance And fuck them other niggas cause you down for her b!tches Fuck them other niggas cause she down for the stickin? And fuck them other niggas hope she down for some lickin? And fuck them other b
speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are look, you had no idea what ya dealing with something on some of this realest sh-t something, something yeah. thats my b
all these minutes go? Mixtape dropped then I started getting ten a show, Now I get a hundred what the f*ck you think Ii??m in it for, Young Money forever, I bet Gudda, Jay
over her damn face I never understood planned parenthood cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood taking refills of that plan B pill another
wisdom gives em somethin' to move to, groove to The next time you see me again gangsta'd up Chilling wit my beanie again got many of friends in b-ball
no doubt I made it, I made it! OOOOH I made it i made it i made it i made it I-I-I made it [Verse 3 - Jay Sean] Yo, ay, ay, ay, listen See I don't
) I'm all turnt up, I'm all turnt up [50 Cent] It feel like my mind playin' tricks on me Tricks on me, tricks on me Me I'm never trippin' for a b-tch homie b
Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay
of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (Yea) As fate would have it, Jay