on and on and on and on Closer than you've ever been on and on and on and on Closer than you ever needed on and on and on and on and on and on Kiss
She needs to tell everyone Rosie?s on fire, can you see her? Rosie?s on fire, can you hear her? Oh-ah x4 Rosie?s on fire, can you see her? Rosie?s on
bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and
it on me, baby Lay it on me, oh Lay it on me Lay it on me, baby Lay it on me, oh Lay it on me Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh Put your hands on
dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the break of dawn Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast you on And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere
, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy So Icy, so, no Nike boy, just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me Gucci Maine keep shittin' on me Why that boy
t drink the drama A sip of Dom Tyler-Perry-on You gon marry my mom look I don't read palms and I don't read psalms And I did take little man to church And
't gonna kill ya to smile Isn't gonna kill ya to smile, isn't gonna kill ya to smile Come on, baby, just Come on, baby, just Come on, baby, just Come
and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2 And forty-eight hours was all before
the game and they know Rap will never be the same as before Bashing in the brains of these hoes And establishing a name as he goes The passion and the
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? And leave
m blessed in my flesh It all came down to a test A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit
feels painless And you know hat you tell them niggas who can?t touch you You grab your nuts and say mothafuck you You invited, got guns, be indicted And if they kill me, me and
. And you know hat you tell them niggas who can't touch you. You grab your nuts and say motha fuck you. You invited. Got guns, be indicted. And if they kill me, me and
encaged Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On
