Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and

I bring them things When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches,

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

Daddy don't pray anymore He used to fold his hands and bow his head down to the floor I guess he's finished talking to the lord But daddy don't pray anymore I remember even when the times were bad He thanked jesus for everything he had For a good wife

And I could be a gentleman, anything you want I’d like to be everything you want Hey girl, let me talk to you If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go I keep you on my arm girl, you’d never be alone Yeah, listen If I was your boyfriend, I’d never

You're a true friend You're here till the end When something ain't right Talk with me now and into the night You pull me aside 'Til it's alright again A true friend We sign our cards and letters BFF You've got a million ways to make me laugh

Dig bury me Underneath everything that I am rearranging Underneath everything that I was slowly changing Dig see'mon motherfucker Let me help you tie the rope around your neck Let me help to talk you the wrong way off a ledge Let me help you hold the

But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off

Wanna make love, she ain't even in denial (in denial) Do it on my jet, let's keep this private She wants me too, she ain't even in denial (denial) Seen the way you talkin' up my phone last night, on God (talkin' on the phone) We can get away-ay, maybe to

Talk about, judgement Speakin' to me with the people I'm leadin' em underway But you got it all wrong Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed In the wicked ways of the world God gives the remission