Dark Eyes Songtext
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I want take it up - to where I let it go,
No when I leave it, you had it so complex,
Taking out the context,
All I ever wanted from you - was some bomb sex,
Another ..., another phone call,
Baby please step up tot he new hall,
You actin like I have to give a fuck at you fo' all,
And now with the one and only, yes yah,
Best to the rest to the west,
Take a big fat shit on your home girl's chest,
No when I leave it, you had it so complex,
Taking out the context,
All I ever wanted from you - was some bomb sex,
Another ..., another phone call,
Baby please step up tot he new hall,
You actin like I have to give a fuck at you fo' all,
And now with the one and only, yes yah,
Best to the rest to the west,
Take a big fat shit on your home girl's chest,
They're impressed 'cause I'm good,
They're opressed 'cause I'm good
Take money from the rich and invest in the hood,
Ya my Maserati four door, peace of shit,
Chrome rims, make it go - to your ear's ring,
I hear the birds sing, I hear the coins drop,
I hear the ..... hiphop,
Baby check it out, I ain't going nowhere,
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be
Baby check it out, I ain't going nowhere,
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be THEEEREEE
Huh maybe not, who knows where I'll be,
I got shows over seas where the hoes say please
Hoes say pleaseee!!
Oh sorry señor, I did not know you were recording some more
God damn, close the door
I'm using my groove, I refused to be whack,
So I need to be smoothe, like a brazilian wax, A million tracks on my Macbook Pro, fuck the amateur x,
Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical x,
And i make hits, wohww, kick back and relax,
Rolex on the wrist, champagne in the cup,
And your little sister is sitting on my dick
What's up?
I'm the guy at the club that every body loves,
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff,
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, Imma do this shit til the day I die
The guy at the club that every body loves,
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff,
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, Imma do this shit til the day I die
They're opressed 'cause I'm good
Take money from the rich and invest in the hood,
Ya my Maserati four door, peace of shit,
Chrome rims, make it go - to your ear's ring,
I hear the birds sing, I hear the coins drop,
I hear the ..... hiphop,
Baby check it out, I ain't going nowhere,
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be
Baby check it out, I ain't going nowhere,
I'll be right here when you need me I'll be THEEEREEE
Huh maybe not, who knows where I'll be,
I got shows over seas where the hoes say please
Hoes say pleaseee!!
Oh sorry señor, I did not know you were recording some more
God damn, close the door
I'm using my groove, I refused to be whack,
So I need to be smoothe, like a brazilian wax, A million tracks on my Macbook Pro, fuck the amateur x,
Spittin fictional facts, they got a lyrical x,
And i make hits, wohww, kick back and relax,
Rolex on the wrist, champagne in the cup,
And your little sister is sitting on my dick
What's up?
I'm the guy at the club that every body loves,
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff,
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, Imma do this shit til the day I die
The guy at the club that every body loves,
With a bottle of patrone and that other good stuff,
L-E-F-T-B-O-me-O-my, Imma do this shit til the day I die
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