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28.02.2009 |
1. | Tick (featuring Don Cannon) |
2. | Drug Dealer Girl |
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4. | Hey Cupid |
5. | Still Not Over You (featuring Eric Holljes) |
6. | Evil Woman |
7. | Who Knows? (featuring Big Sean) |
8. | Halo |
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10. | Losing My Mind |
11. | A Matter of Time |
12. | Tock (featuring Don Cannon) |
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If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.
You got your high brows, shoes on your feet,
And you wear them around like it ain't shit.
But you don't know the way that you look
When your steps
Make
That
Much
Noise.
Shh- See i got you,all figured out
you need everyones eyes just to feel seen,
but behind your makeup,
nobody knows who you even are.
Who do you think that you are?
If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.
You got your high brows, switching your walk,
And you don't even look when you pass by.
But you don't know the way that you look
When your steps make
That
Much
Noise.
Shh- See i got you,all figured out
you need everyones eyes just to feel seen,
but behind your makeup,
nobody knows who you even are.
Who do you think that you are?
If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.
And don't you dare act like you don't know,
Know what's up, 'cause your nose is up.
I'm approaching up.
Like I can't give you winter in the summer
Or summer in the winter
Miami in December
Trying to look bored in them Diors.
She probably is,
Was acting shallow until she find out how deep that my pockets is.
Mrs. Prima Donna,
This is your reminder,
That I think you're fine, but I'm finer!
'Cause it sure seems (it sure seems)
You got no doubt (that you got no doubt)
But we all seem (we all seem)
We got your head in the clouds.
If I could write you a song and make you fall in love,
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all my tricks,
I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't,
You think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and
You wear them around like
You're cooler than me.
And you never say hey or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me.
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Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn my music high
Roll the windows up, when I smoke and drive
All black car (car)
Three percent tint
I can clearly see out
But you can barely see in
The end and only end
We blowing Indonesia
And I'ma let it hit til I get amnesia
I'm crazy the haze got me hazy I'm lazy
Tell Ben that it something about Mary and clearly (what)
I'm so outta here you can say a nigga spacey (damn)
Pocket full of papers so I'm finnin to get some papers (yeah)
Bout to inhale like I'm finnin to see Satan (what)
Bout to exhale like I'm finnin to see my savior
So get the leaves and trees like it's autumn
Have them windows all rolled up rolled em and told em man
Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music high
Roll the windows up, when I smoke and drive
First of all til you ball like this
You don't put this type of pimp in your swish
Get it we smoking on that poison call it Michael Bivins
So if you selling to me then you gotta lucrative business
A friend is what you blow while I'm smoking on that CEO
Top notch I got foot by the foot in my fruit roll up
No cuts no stems no seeds straight THC indeed
I'm tryna get stoned like I'm staring into Medusa eyes
You ain't got green what somebody tell me who supply
So I can buy wholesale for the low like Cosco or Sams
You got some well damn
Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music high
Roll the windows up, when I smoke and drive
I don't smoke phillies pass me and swisher
Bumping PMC pouring out a little liquor
Trunk full of kicker blunt full of OG
Right behind tint cuz these jack boys know me
Smokin' sour diesel out of NYC
Keisha calling ATL oh well I'm kushin DC
Which ones better roll up I need a time
Take a ride downtown man I'm higher than these skyscapers
Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on
2 in the morning still riding with my Locs on
Fuck the police what these pigs gon' tell me
Smoking bud at nights like X off a Bentley
Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt
Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music high
Roll the windows up, when I smoke and drive
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