Clouds Never Get Old Songtext
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Clouds Never Get Old Songtext
Said I′m calling all my niggas with me riding
Dressing room like we keep bitches on the rider
Bus full of white girls singing Akinyele
Momma I think I just met me a Madonna (oh, na, na)
Everything glowing ain't a diamond
I know everything glowing ain′t a diamond
Girl, you shining
But I ain't felt love in a long time, and I told you that when we woke up
I guess that might have been the wrong time
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
I ain't playing
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
Killing these niggas, I got a feeling these niggas
Is out to get me but trust me I got ′em
Straight out the borough my city love me we thorough
My nigga you don′t want none of them problems
She acting crazy she calling, calling me baby
I just be feeding them bitches the bottles
She live in way up in Harlem, but she come to me when I call her
And she all about her fashion she be working for Vogue
Me I'm all about my stacking I be working the road
But them clouds never get old
Them clouds never get old
So focused on, make the dopest song
Got this chick open armed, got her lit on patron
Got her ticked off, ′cause I got no tick for her
I got no time, but I got some dick for her now
She was lit, I was milk
Girl, don't let that milk spoil you
You got some friends that stress you
He ain′t loyal, I got some friends don't let ′em think for you now
Pull up the whip for you now, here go the town
I am no pimp, but I am a player
You not with the shits? I'll talk to you later
I'm playing, girl, I got a thing for you now
But I ain′t felt love in a long time
And I told you that when we woke up
I guess that might have been the wrong time
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
I ain′t playing
(718 to your state, 212 to your city)
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
I ain't playing
718 to your state, 212 to your city
Throwing fishing nets in the ocean to catch
Good catch, it′s the hoping that last, nigga
And bring them hoes back to the pad from the show
But only if they know how to act, nigga
Don't ever get stuck on your laurels like
All of them stuck in the past niggas
Shit, it′s how I got past niggas
For real
Said I'm calling all my niggas with me riding
Dressing room like we keep bitches on the rider
Bus full of white girls singing Akinyele
Momma I think I just met me a Madonna
Dressing room like we keep bitches on the rider
Bus full of white girls singing Akinyele
Momma I think I just met me a Madonna (oh, na, na)
Everything glowing ain't a diamond
I know everything glowing ain′t a diamond
Girl, you shining
But I ain't felt love in a long time, and I told you that when we woke up
I guess that might have been the wrong time
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
I ain't playing
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
Killing these niggas, I got a feeling these niggas
Is out to get me but trust me I got ′em
Straight out the borough my city love me we thorough
My nigga you don′t want none of them problems
She acting crazy she calling, calling me baby
I just be feeding them bitches the bottles
She live in way up in Harlem, but she come to me when I call her
And she all about her fashion she be working for Vogue
Me I'm all about my stacking I be working the road
But them clouds never get old
Them clouds never get old
So focused on, make the dopest song
Got this chick open armed, got her lit on patron
Got her ticked off, ′cause I got no tick for her
I got no time, but I got some dick for her now
She was lit, I was milk
Girl, don't let that milk spoil you
You got some friends that stress you
He ain′t loyal, I got some friends don't let ′em think for you now
Pull up the whip for you now, here go the town
I am no pimp, but I am a player
You not with the shits? I'll talk to you later
I'm playing, girl, I got a thing for you now
But I ain′t felt love in a long time
And I told you that when we woke up
I guess that might have been the wrong time
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
I ain′t playing
(718 to your state, 212 to your city)
My best pickup line is young nigga with money
I ain't playing
718 to your state, 212 to your city
Throwing fishing nets in the ocean to catch
Good catch, it′s the hoping that last, nigga
And bring them hoes back to the pad from the show
But only if they know how to act, nigga
Don't ever get stuck on your laurels like
All of them stuck in the past niggas
Shit, it′s how I got past niggas
For real
Said I'm calling all my niggas with me riding
Dressing room like we keep bitches on the rider
Bus full of white girls singing Akinyele
Momma I think I just met me a Madonna
Writer(s): Missy Elliott, Timothy Mosley, Abbas Hamas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
