Bernadette lyrics (Holland- Dozier- Holland) Bernadette, people are searchin' for The kind of love that we possess. Some go on searchin' their whole life
jacker want what I got I'm in a 6-9 Cheve old school, platinum with the pop do's fool Chrome grill on the nose fool, with 4-4's wrapped up and vogues
I wanna see you critic Lemme see you critic X4 There's something mysterious about you Now I can't leave this club without you Girl, I'm just so curious
be grawlin' Get the best of you Whenever I put my all in Have mamis callin' for the law, darling Jigga and Paulin ass drop coops with half the tops suppose
type to hold out Or, let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally
It's Choppa city in my neighborhood (south baton rouge Nigga, What!) 4's Up 4's Down Long clips and choppas, in this hood whea they don't give a damn
I done done it, I done done it I done done it, I done done it Up and down like a 6 - 4, party bumpin' hot dro Droppin' tops and way more, hot like a
it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin' since the days of Kindergarten When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th
for her I'm lookin for her Verse 4: (Jeezy) They call me young My money long I make it rain Now loose your thong Now loose your bottoms Now loose your tops
be aware we don't care, do you like us? No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4 And when I get back everybody
see her leave but I love to see her walk off Imagine what her *oooo* looks like with her clothes off I'm rolling with the top off, see tops come off When
buddah Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger That means bring it back, NY king of that The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that The 4th comin
the way you buss my tool, but if my boyfriend finds out that were linking its gonna be on tops when he finds you, (Frisco) what the hell can your boyfriend do?(x4
without the stuffin' Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin' to feed 4 mouths
Dub Come on everybody, come on and show your love *repeat 4X* Chorus: *chanted in background* Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X* [Mos Def] Visions
[intro skit for first 43 seconds] [Royce Da 5'9" + (Blade)] Yeah, yeah When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks Mami drop them tops 'fore
often They can't stand a Youngin flossin Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my tops up Fix my
doing his thang We keep the gun for paper, homey aimed and cocked Every n**** I'm my circle homey ready to pop We be ridin' drops tops that's just how
