Couldn't you taken this sweeter at the desert?
When all else fails, you put it all into work
Like an addiction, you're getting love from him
And I ain't talkin' ‘bout the radio
I'm talkin' ‘bout the real shit
Boys are getting good
What the fuck you doin'?
Uh uh you you you got the body of a 1965 Ferrari
Underneath your hood, a heart like Rocky
And your drum always hit me like uh uh uh
Plus you came a long way, you a hustler
You like cold blooded Phoenix, now girl, I mean it
I could make you a million and call me the black reagent so
And all these niggas got love for ya
You need to find you a nigga that you trust enough
You need a oldschool cat who's a rock star
I'ma guess who you'll fix some hits without drama
Trust you ain't never heard of designer
See, I could be the new Rama
Couldn't you taken this sweeter at the desert?
When all else fails, you put it all into work
Like an addiction, you're getting love from him
And I ain't talkin' ‘bout the radio
I'm talkin' ‘bout the real shit
Boys are getting good
What the fuck you doin'?
Uh, I'm a believer in the new generation
Hip hop is hot to hurdle reciprocation
Got you up the sole and I'll be the patient
I talk the flow, you not gonna make it
But what's white round and outgoin' futures?
What nighttime without good music
Had to call upon zoo to get booties
Times of whack rhymes and lines are so foolish
Stupid, it's supposed to be about love and the feelin' in your gut when you do it
Music, you a bad mother.. shut your mouth and watch a real nigga do it
Couldn't you taken this sweeter at the desert?
When all else fails, you put it all into work
Like an addiction, you're getting love from him
And I ain't talkin' ‘bout the radio
I'm talkin' ‘bout the real shit
Boys are getting good
What the fuck you doin'?
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