I said I wanna be, be wherever you are In the fliest cars, with the fliest bros On top of the word, if you ain't seeing me there Just know soon, I'm
You're just like time Except you can still feel the shame All hands on deck, now The sea is getting rough again You see him out your window Even when
It don't matter where you been The people try to do you in Every day till dawn There's some thieving going on, oh Oh no, hurt me so Just the same old
directions baby, I know where you wanna go Give me the keys and I'll drive you crazy Give me the keys, I'll drive you out of your mind Give me those keys
Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound, ah, weed in a van back It in a your hand bag,
drop the top Throw some money in the sky I just took over the block Move some keys on that bitch I just took over the block Move some keys on that bitch
"SAY WHAT YOU MEAN" Say what you mean Mean what you say Say what you mean Mean what you say Think about the words That you're using Speak for yourself
Say what you mean, mean what you say Think about the words that you're using Speak for yourself Say what's on your mind Think about the life that you
Where the fuck are my car keys? They were right here in my hand. I had them just a second ago Did I leave them in the kitchen? Or underneath the cushins
jeans Wrist on freeze, seats on lean, shoes 19 Comin' through in that Bentley thang The top of the town, the keys to the city You and I make headlines Like Lo
city what it is still got it for the lo even tho i got songs with my nigga Lo cheap cheap prices on the elbow 4 and a half quarter keys nigga come grab
're my kind of people (My kind of people) You're my kind of people (My kind of people) My name is sugar, spread sweet as a candy shop Give the valet the car keys
Ey, Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna Ey, Gucci bandanna, Gucci, Gucci bandanna It's Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I roll with Shawty Lo I got so much snow
While you sittin', home gettin' baby mama drama Jersey, Uptown, go, pick my weed up Broke? I ain't turning your C to a D cup **** I'm a G, I never give my keys
you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold boy
: Fat Joe] Yeah, Yo Yo I Got The Niner On My Waist, In Case You Comin' Out Your Face Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think About It Now Get Them Keys
