In a vine covered shack in the mountains Bravely fighting the battle of time There's a dear one who's weathered life's sorrow It's that silver haired
Translation: Stafford, Jim. My Girl Bill.
'm late for my first class? So I can give it to you rough like a first draft Would you like a paper plane, you know 'bout that paper, babe But fuck them dollar bills, girl
shit bout the safeway to the verse here we go [Verse 2:] It's like I'm makin moves in my city tho My ex girls wanna be up in the video They ex girls
'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle I got the
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
't you show it? If you need me, why don't you show it? I've been givin' you my all, givin' you my I've been givin' you my all, my all, my What you been
club You go start coming out the club. My club is...full! I'm slipping on some rocking Red Bulls, Come on! I'm feeling amplified, Somebody's girl is
tryin to holla, it's only right you holla back So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my
prolly go to big boy jail He ain't even like that tell your momma chill The way my folk kick it we can even pay ya momma bills ha ha Yea My momma told
saddle up my horse And I ride into the city I make a lot of noise 'Cause the girls, they are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway On my old stud Leroy
get a dial tone Got snow on my TV, no more cable Gotta use my straits, keepin' food on my table My car note's overdue, the bank's talkin' repo Gotta take my girl
get a dial tone Got snow on my TV, no mo' cable Gotta use my strats, keepin' food on my table My car note overdue, the bank's talkin' repo Gotta take my girl
Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother Marquis in the house (Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga) Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems All these niggaz is havin' girl
noticed the bulge growin' in my pants Should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded My knees started
for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
't be shy girl least not to night girl chorus: club is crowded we should go telly got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that