4 My Eyes Only
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4 My Eyes Only
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We bout to fuck around blow the roof
I like to cool and hit the booth then hit the booth
Like I got nothing else to do
I got nothing else to lose, except you
Send me the addy I slide
It's 6: 45, I had a long flight, but fuck it I'm
Right, here
Give me some of that
Give me some of that
Give of some of that stick nah, some of that lick Shit, some of that ick
Let me love on that shit, let me jump on that
I got some questions
You register that lethal weapon?
Some shit I would share with my brethren
But this here is really no telling what sharing would
Do to my mental
Go head, see through
Dress they can peak through
Long as you don't give a peek boo
Long as you know they ain't equal
That shit is not for the people
That shit is mine and I need you
Shit I don't know how to act
I call the plays like quarterback
Cataracts couldn't take you off my tracks, yeah
And you like it like that, just relax
That's for my eyes only
You could run around with your friends, and end up at somebody crib
But girl just chill, because that's for my eyes only
I'm not telling you how to live
Do your thing girl I'll never trip, then come here
We bout to fuck around blow the roof
I like to cool and hit the booth then hit the booth
Like I got nothing else to do
I got nothing else to lose, except you
And walk around like I'm cool
Oh that's cool
Baby tell me what's your name and what's your use
I stay fly
Boy through all 365, can't help it that's my roots
I read lies, right through these people's eyes
So don't play tell the truth
I'm not 'laxing but I'm cool shit
I like cash and I like loot
I like passion in my fruit girl
I'm about action, how about you?
Shit what's happening, outside in East Manhattan
And we got a nice little view
They be acting, stay on my toes, Mike Jackson
I don't know who got who, nah
Whip on E but shit, it's cool
Long as I get to the Stu
Girl as long as I got eyes, then shit you mine
You can tease but you can't please, just waste their time
Then come here
That's for my eyes only
You could run around with your friends, and end up at omebody crib
But girl just chill, because that's for my eyes only
I'm not telling you how to live
Do your thing girl I'll never trip, then come here
We bout to fuck around blow the roof
I like to cool and hit the booth then hit the booth
Like I got nothing else to do
I got nothing else to lose, except you
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