37 lyrics for "Now switch (switch)"

They wanna know know know Your name name name They want the girl girl girl With game game game And when they look look look Your way way way Your gonna make (make) make (make) make Make 'em do a double take Flip a switchswitch
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Now carry on, now carry on I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me You made me,
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(Girl you know you fine) Including this fella 'Cause you're a diamond and I dig your shine But I don't gotta tell you that You know you look good So I don't gotta tell you that (no) (Hold up, Ne-Yo, ya) The way you switchswitch
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Talking to the man in her mirror And it's dangerous Sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman doing the same shit And you don't even care I know it's fucked up Different city, switching women Putting cups up, getting fucked up Ain't got
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'Cause you're under the blade, ohh You're under the blade A glint of steel, a flash of light You know you're not going home tonight Be it jack or switchswitch, doctor's or mind You can't escape From the bed you've made When your time has come You'll accept the
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Nowadays I'm too cool for a girlfriend Nowadays I don't know when the world spins Live your life like we die when the world ends So it's alright every time we fuckin' break a sin Nowadays shit's not the same Life switch lanes, now these hoes act strange
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I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross
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There is more to life than this We are more than just this flesh We are alive and our time has come For a new awakening I'd rather burn out than fade away I will not live in fear Run the race that will lead to nowhere fast Trapped in the haze of this
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the
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