come up you might feel empty And lady in the black dress You'll never sit so close to me again Lady in the black dress (lady in the black dress) You
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we come up you might feel empty And lady in the black dress You'll never sit so close to me again Lady in the black dress (lady in the black dress) You
life Thug style, so I can't smile Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress
carpet so much they mistake me for Aladdin Now I'm a rapper with revenue like a rock star If I'm there you can believe the Black Card is not far Teen
tales That flit between short trousers And a full dress uniform And he talks of people ten years Gone like I've known them all my life Like scattered black
Make them disappear Chorus Dress me up in stiches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue Dress me up in stiches It's now or never Tired of wearing black
pimp When I land my bitches want for me on the strip (yup) And I don't lie I confess, I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress Gotta dress to
and Unplugged We have them bitches like it was unplugged Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged [Verse 1:] [Lil Wayne] Give me a big fine bitch in a dress One put
We have them bitches like it was unplugged Weezy, Fresh, and Unplugged (Verse 1:) (Lil Wayne) Give me a big fine bitch in a dress One put them lips
ten plus me (Tell me what you need) I'll need a credit card that's got no limit And a big black jet with a bedroom in it Gonna join the mile high club
Verse 1 Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the
and you and you It's alright for you It's alright for you It's alright for you For you and you and you Limp wrist Tight fist Contact No twist Black dress
you [censor beep]. It's dedicated to you, nigga. [Chorus: DJ Paul]x1 They wanna dress like Wanna sound like Wanna be like Ride like Get high like Make
, okay So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill Me an Charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill Nothin less than ill, when we dress to kill
to get richer Than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High
