What you you call me? (tramp!) No you you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Word up (up up) everybody say Word up (up up) it's the code word No matter where you you say it you you know that that you'll be heard When you you hear the call call you've got to get it on the way Come on baby tell me what's the word Yo pretty ladies around the world Got a

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea You You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back And just like that that, got me comin' right back like And I know that that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo If this is what what you call call love Oh man down You're shaking

Bro's on yo block with that that Glock, right now now Try me like an Opp and indeed, get shot down She wanna, X wanna You You wanna? L-l-lick my dick like a what? Nice! Lick my dick like Lil Wayne lollypop, huh! Hi, my name's Ryan! What do they call call me? Wolf in sheep

That's all right. What you you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

You just want what what you can't have I'll call call the cops If you you don't stop, I'll call call your dad And I hate to do this to you you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that that other bullshit You You know that that's bullshit Don'tcha',

When you you touch me in that that way, I just don't know what what to do, love I'm so in love You You don't seem to understand me when I say I'm feeling blu love I can't get you you out my mind You You send me pictures I ain't calling crisis You You send the pictures If your harp is

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

But what what I am certain What What is enough Is just to remember that that once, once I was loved I don't remember When I was young I don't recall the day when I first saw the sun I still surrender To troubles unknown No use pretending all the troubles ain't my own

(you got my back right?) I got I got I got I got your back boy I got I got I got I got your back, boy We were high (til when its all good) We were low ((til when its all bad) But I promise I will never let you you go (now now what you you call that that) (as long I know