Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston)

Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston) - Our World lyrics

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Yo yo, yo I come cook and cut
 5'6" and buff
 Not an ounce of fat
 Have you fiendin' like smack
 Love to hit it from the back
 Knew you way before I tips that
 First friends, then lovers, undercovers, I plush flats
 You copped the bezels that match
 That ice your Rolley to the max
 Understand for you, I'll be the man, let alone the bitch
 Let me catch you out cheatin', I'mma cut off your dick
 Yo, nigga, I'm serious

 [Lo...]
 Baby, you sick, this your shit
 And I'mma label you mine
 Plus you a dime, always shine
 Be involved with my crime
 We had to grind, never understand it's woman and man
 We're from the land to the escalades (nigga get paid!)
 Lemonade, Tangaray, never change your ways
 Cuz you a dame, keep me sane like a walk in the rain
 Taught to the game from my perspective
 Had you checkin' for snakes
 With a mutual agreement that we in it for cake

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 This is our world so I'mma ride for you
 Would you ride for me?
 Would you die for me?
 [Sole']
 This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you
 Would you ride for me?
 Would you die for me?

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 [Sole']
 Yeah, I got your back to the end
 Boy, over backwards, I bent
 Any argument, we commend
 When I needed money, you lent
 I'll be your lover and friend
 You did your dirt then I grew it
 I stayed there helpin' you through it
 I fucked up too and you knew it
 Many times I thought that you blew it
 But then you'd always make it right with me
 No fight with me, forever kept it tight with me
 Sometimes you ditched the fellas
 Just to come and ride with me
 Then stripped me down, licked me up, every night with me
 You never made me feel I owed you for the deeds that you done
 Re-payed you with my loyalty, promised to give you a son
 Can't nothin' come between us ever boy
 You know you the one
 And love I give you everyday, you know it's second to none

 So come and get paid with me, runaway with me
 Anytime you need it, come and lay with me
 Every day with me, nigga stay with me
 Anytime you want it, have your way with me
 I'm yours

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 [Lo...]
 For you I'll stack these chips
 Keep every gat on spit
 Give you the ring, nice things
 Without the marraige and shit
 You blow the bitch, I blow her man
 Never expose our plans
 Holdin' hands, rockin' Timberlands
 Your feminist stance
 Got me trance baby
 Donna chick, don't fuck with Old Navy
 You couldn't pay me to find another lady, load the 380
 These hoes is crazy
 Fuck a daisy when I got me a rose
 Chalked up, stock broke, still rock our own shows
 Phenominal, me and you
 Give you the keys to the coupe
 Bubble baths, rub that ass
 You'll be squeezin' me too
 No need for you to stress out, this nigga holdin' his form
 Love my son, I love your daughters Q, Cypress, De'jan
 Your man at arms, born the same day, Lo with Sole'
 Red zone, we held it down
 ? for this hot day
 Here to stay 'til we lay 6 feet in graves
 Whoever blow first, hold a torch
 And speak in our name

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Language: English

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