enough time Im a cool cat, but im on life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon'
you'll be able to handle me Mental pictures, no cameras please (Can-han-han you fee-heel-heel, my hea-ar-ar-ar-art is beating)(2x) (Chorus) Verse 3: Red lipstick on the wine
ll be fine, I'm forever young Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever and ever Forever young I wanna be forever young
Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine, fine wine
White House naked, Looked at the clock and it say right now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young
PJ's on the runway, Young got air I don't land at a airport, I call it the clearport Therefore, I don't wanna hear more Back and forth about who's hot as Young
be fine, I'm forever young Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever? Forever young, I wanna be forever young
it in the morning And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' [Drake] Uh, baby you winter time cold The night is still young, drinking dinner wine
I lost my shoes I lost my wife I lost my keys I lost my kite And though Ia??m young at heart Ia??m so much older Subway eyes and banked
step to lamp lights cellar tune The laughs come hard in auld lang syne The glass was raised, the fired rose The fullness of the wine The dim last toastin
, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine
next door When her parents went out She phoned, said, "Hey boy, come on right around" So I knock at the door You was standing with a bottle of red wine
where a city boy could go To get a little conversation, drink a little red wine Catch a little bit of those Cajun girls dancing to Zydeco Along come a young
You know we doin' a song for the ladies They want records too, you know So if you want to come kick it wit' some real pimp A real man, a young boss, girl
guess that makes me a hero Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy, young
type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (You've got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them) I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
able to handle me./ Mental picture, no cameras please./ (Background voice) ca-ha-han you fee-hee-heel my ha-ha-ha-ha-heart is beatin' [Drake - Verse] uh, red lipstick on the wine