And take the cash back Just give me six strings and a half stACK. And you can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I.. Yes all I need are keys and
to see the sights Ain't life a many splendored thing? Ducking up and down All these crazy sights and sounds Bounce around like puppets on a string
turn away From all those things that I've been trying to say And all those promises I shouldn't have made I did it for you I've searched my soul And all
She ain't gonna tie me down So why you on the road? Buying all the shirts, all the hats, all the clothes? What you want right now? What up right now?
bang, bang, bang Bend those strings 'til the Hank comes out Make all the drunk girls scream and shout We love it, we hate it, we're all just trying
every string is strung They tell me to take a breather and Drake everything will come Dog... it's always been the same It's all love Like no score in a tennis game For
men raise your hands and deliver All the superstitions to which we all cling While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string The sun hides itself, concealing
gonna run this town We are, ya I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all
to? Do you know? Verse Two: Puff Daddy Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for
1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of
took a step out the door From head to toe she's all wow I'm not looking for no strings You're not looking for a ring If you're ready for this fling
puppet on strings, Your not Gepetto, and I'm not Pinnochio, I don't know... What or how I can make you see, Your holding me back, and I need to break free, Your looking for
do It's 3AM and I'm rushing out the door to see you Waiting, all day, but now you wanna call me Why do you do this to me all the time? After all the
And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied Walking like a lonely fool in Prague Singing a love song and the words I wrote I wrote for two Gentle
'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs, no yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers Get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. [Intro] This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
it I'm comin' after whoever who has it You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That y'all, it's like that y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all
for the paper, two for the money Brand new bags, new shoes, yeah, I want it All my girls, fly girls getting money All my girls, fly girls getting money One for
