I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you
I don’t know how to say this But girl, you gotta replay this This poetry, I wrote for you And I know, I had you waitin’ So just know it’s me, cuz I cry for you Jodeci I’d die for you, quote Prince now Keep in mind I been down And I’d ride wit you, won’t lie to you I’m fine with you Alive with you And I strive for you That’s I and U Help out when you feel down Keep your head up For real now Real now, hear now? I don’t rate the ladies Don’t hate the ladies Not just about, makin’ babies It’s bout makin’ time Treat the ladies with respect Give the ladies some time Even though if she fine This is for all the girls ... I write between these lines P.S.
What's up homie you kno me chilling in my crib thinkin deep thoughts about the world staying single ain't dating for a while but shit Everytime I think of the good memories I had of her and me and that's just crazy cause the goods become the past feels like a bullet went through my heart shatter to pieces and me and my family living throughout the hard times and tragic moments mama always told me once you go out there on them streets ain't no way of coming back alive and my father telling me unless you a strong brother and you a soldier coming back from the dead to reading many stories of the book of life of God tellin me things goin get better and even through all these sory letters of poetic justice we put it in the song to already knowing witness the releast and walking through my childhood in my dreams to knowing to see things wasn't the same as today since many years ago living my life watching only my childhood songs on the screen to growin up thinking the same plan scared she was goin let words out and I was out the house thinkin should I love her or should I diss her but kept goin walking at the park just talking and laughing and time can be running low for me but keep fighting and fighting till I die bury me a Legend once I make it to walk with God then I'ma tell all of y'all I'ma always stay G keep it real to sayin I made it
[Verse 2: Drake] I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations You've been takin', clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' witcha other man I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane, take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's alright here in the city and you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh Good God, what you doin' that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more They say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, PS
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you When you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen Better yet where your friends and them? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really hope you play this 'Cause ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taken Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your mama to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less And we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song Every time I write these words they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe Call me crazy, We can both be insane A fatal attraction is common And what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm That's your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly And right before you go blind P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song
Cada que miro que llega el mensaje esperado a mi phono me pone a temblar Eres la única luz que ilumina mi mundo en la Obscuridad Ninguna mujer como tú la verdad no me sabe matar Mami ya sabes que papi te quiere por qué eres real Tengo certero que el conocernos no fue Casualidad Quiero que Todos los chismes de victoria secret me venga contar Escucho que se toto tuyo me quiere besar Labio dulce como candy Ponte pa que yo te quite ese panty Champagne ,Cognac, Hennessy Smoking Weed No stick No Seed Mami tú ya sabes that I love it when you're bouncing on my D
I ain't Reyna run game I just wanna get to know first off baby girl what's Yo name as shit you Aries we same well we ain't the same but you know what mean hml sometime wanna see you name all over my screen just don't leave me on seen my ex used to do that shit but Fuck day butch wanna get to know u said wanna have good time girl lemme me show you ex man FL girl I'm pro tools
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet where your friends and them? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet where your friends and them? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really hope you play this 'Cause ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taken Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your mama to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less And we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song Every time I write these words they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common And what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm That's your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, mmhm Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly And right before you go blind P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet where your friends and them? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really hope you play this 'Cause ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taken Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your mama to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less And we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song Every time I write these words they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common And what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm That's your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, mmhm Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly And right before you go blind P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane) Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie? I don't care who this nigga over here for If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay? I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay? You gon' tell me where you from, okay? Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin' As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!) You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!) And I know your taste is A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh) Everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet where your friends and them? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends and Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga don't approach her with that Atari Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I really hope you play this 'Cause ol' girl you test my patience With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations You've been taken Clearly a lot for me to take in It don't make sense Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your mama to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's all right here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!) Good God, what you doing that walk for? When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less And we would talk more And they say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song Every time I write these words they become a taboo Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it? I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common And what we have common is pain I mean you need to hear this Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm That's your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, mmhm Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly And right before you go blind P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane) Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie? I don't care who this nigga over here for If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay? I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay? You gon' tell me where you from, okay? Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin' As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!
In the thundering rain, you stare into my eyes. I can feel your hand, moving' up my thigh.
I can feel your lips, (ooh) I don't wanna stop just because people walkin' by, watching us.....
Me and my friends agreed it sounds more like you stare into my heart not eyes, 1 word difference but, thank you!
Who gonna try
Never expect love,
if your not ready for it to die
Sins over my body already turn into
Lies.
(Who next)
Love how guys love to put bars on instrumentals like we can tell when to say each word...
Ikr😂😂
😂🤣😂🤣
Fr then when u try it sound like ass
That voice tho
That's Miss Janet Jackson, for ya!
Eargasm 🥴🤣
Janet is So fine in that Pic.
When’s she not fine
@@kcm_trace2885 shiit every day
Bitch blowing bubbles
Ayooo
she look so good in the movie
I listen to this at least twice a week. This a whole vibe
do you still listen to it twice a week
This beat is forever just chilling spine shivers
GOOD JOB LEAVING THE HOOK ON THIS JAM, SALUTE.
Angelic voice
Heaven sent lol
What a good couple
YESSS I WANTED IT WITH THE HOOK STILL. THANK YOU.
“I could never right my wrongs unless i write em down for real” 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you
Can i use this
@@LuLu-yu4wl ur dumb as balls this is kendricks verse to the actual song lol
It’s YoungJeff LMAOOO
LMFAO
This is exactly what I was looking for
Tupac ❤️
Uhh 2020 u there🥺🖤
Can you make a slowed version of this?
Ravyn Lenae sounds just like Janet Jackson in/on her 🎶Skin Tight🎶
2pac & Janet 3
I don’t know how to say this
But girl, you gotta replay this
This poetry, I wrote for you
And I know, I had you waitin’
So just know it’s me, cuz I cry for you
Jodeci
I’d die for you, quote Prince now
Keep in mind I been down
And I’d ride wit you, won’t lie to you
I’m fine with you
Alive with you
And I strive for you
That’s I and U
Help out when you feel down
Keep your head up
For real now
Real now, hear now?
I don’t rate the ladies
Don’t hate the ladies
Not just about, makin’ babies
It’s bout makin’ time
Treat the ladies with respect
Give the ladies some time
Even though if she fine
This is for all the girls
...
I write between these lines
P.S.
Corny
@@sunlooper 🤣🤣🤣thas fucking wild
i like that song
Emotional Groudbreaking
What's up homie you kno me chilling in my crib thinkin deep thoughts about the world staying single ain't dating for a while but shit Everytime I think of the good memories I had of her and me and that's just crazy cause the goods become the past feels like a bullet went through my heart shatter to pieces and me and my family living throughout the hard times and tragic moments mama always told me once you go out there on them streets ain't no way of coming back alive and my father telling me unless you a strong brother and you a soldier coming back from the dead to reading many stories of the book of life of God tellin me things goin get better and even through all these sory letters of poetic justice we put it in the song to already knowing witness the releast and walking through my childhood in my dreams to knowing to see things wasn't the same as today since many years ago living my life watching only my childhood songs on the screen to growin up thinking the same plan scared she was goin let words out and I was out the house thinkin should I love her or should I diss her but kept goin walking at the park just talking and laughing and time can be running low for me but keep fighting and fighting till I die bury me a Legend once I make it to walk with God then I'ma tell all of y'all I'ma always stay G keep it real to sayin I made it
What is dark moon perfume?
+Divxneee damn, i think dark moon perfume actually sounds way better imo
Droga Shabu 😂😄😆😁😀
its dark room
0:19
That's 2PAC right there!
I just remixed I will b postin it under MIKE SCRILLA POETIC JUSTICE FREESTYLE
can i use this instrumental?
Walking in a hurricane to this song to go get high in 2017 in San Antonio 🧕🏻😏
[Verse 2: Drake]
I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations
You've been takin', clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense
Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' witcha other man
I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane, take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it
Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's alright here in the city and you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted
I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh
Good God, what you doin' that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
They say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, PS
😊🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🎶🎶🎶💰🎶🎶🏆
can I use this beat
What’s that sound called on TikTok
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
'less I write it down for real, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
I really hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
can I use this for my ig vlogs
0.75x!!!
lighting up L
it's so loud dat u can tell
n my flow will neva fail
and my sales will sure prevail
I hit spots like I’m Chris gayle
You hear story’s
I hear tales
Whatever the media say we never fail we just inhale.(beat it)
Let's Go
Janet’s sample carried this song 😭😭🤌🏾
can you please send me the link]
The way Tupac looks in this pic looks like he saw his death coming.
nah,he just seem to be mad why his bubble blower aint working like how the heck janet blowing more bubbles than me?? dat shit aint right!!
You know who would say some shit like that?
The guy who killed him.
@@OvSpP thaha u're a funny guy
no i'm
sad thank u 😔
Lasse Drechsel funny because it’s true.
why most of you people putting yo raps out like DO YOU NOT KNOW SOMEBODY GON STEAL YO SHIT N GET FAMOUS!??!?!?
I executive produced this record all the support means alot !
Cada que miro que llega el mensaje esperado a mi phono me pone a temblar
Eres la única luz que ilumina mi mundo en la
Obscuridad
Ninguna mujer como tú la verdad no me sabe matar
Mami ya sabes que papi te quiere por qué eres real
Tengo certero que el conocernos no fue Casualidad
Quiero que Todos los chismes de victoria secret me venga contar
Escucho que se toto tuyo me quiere besar
Labio dulce como candy
Ponte pa que yo te quite ese panty
Champagne ,Cognac, Hennessy
Smoking Weed
No stick No Seed
Mami tú ya sabes that I love it when you're bouncing on my D
Why am I here
Cuz u Searched it up
I ain't Reyna run game I just wanna get to know first off baby girl what's Yo name as shit you Aries we same well we ain't the same but you know what mean hml sometime wanna see you name all over my screen just don't leave me on seen my ex used to do that shit but Fuck day butch wanna get to know u said wanna have good time girl lemme me show you ex man FL girl I'm pro tools
Put it in a f##### song
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
'Less I write it down for real, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
0:15
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
'Less I write it down for real, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
I really hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
'Less I write it down for real, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
I really hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane)
Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?
I don't care who this nigga over here for
If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?
I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay
Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin'
As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie!
Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
I recognize your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
'Less I write it down for real, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
I really hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane)
Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?
I don't care who this nigga over here for
If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?
I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay
Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin'
As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie!
Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!