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1980 Lyrics - Artist : Merkules
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Somethin' classic, somethin' special Eng Take a look at the queen with a crown on What a tight squeeze, could you please turn around, ma? Pose for the pics, say "cheese" for the camera I got what you need, take the keys to the Jaguar Champagne in the tub, girl, I can't get enough I just wanna turn all that pain into love I promise I would never drag your name through the mud And I love it when you do that little thing with your tongue She my wife, but she better yet, my homie See the pink face on the Presidential Rollie Best thing I ever did was when I let her get to know me Said as long as you with me then you ain't never gettin' lonely PJs to Belize just for somethin' to do I feel a different kind of high when I'm fuckin' with you All these other girls trippin' and got somethin' to prove Baby, you my ride or die, ain't got nothin' to lose, yeah Baby, you the baddest in the room And you ain't gotta try too hard Baby, you the baddest in the room And you ain't gotta try too hard Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 Swear to God that you drive me crazy (Ayy, Merk) She got class like it's 1980 (Lemme spit some') My significant other, she knew I wasn't a sucka She knew that I was the one and she knew that I kept a gun It was game involved when my money was small Didn't take but a second to make it get tall A lot of these suckas ain't in reality They think it's 'bout money, but it's really 'bout personality Gotta do your job right, gotta lay pipe Gotta get it crackin' in the middle of the night Even when I'm wrong, I'm right, right? Happy wife, happy life, aight? Raised from the gravel, the concrete jungle, the surface Where they boost and they rob and they dip and steal people purses No justice, just casualty Dirty police brutality I'm for my people, a soldier, I'm for my culture Tryna play my position now that I'm older (Biatch) Baby, you the baddest in the room And you ain't gotta try too hard Baby, you the baddest in the room And you ain't gotta try too hard Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 Swear to God that you drive me crazy She got class like it's 1980 |
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