DAMN (feat. Dave East) - Godfather of Harlem

Shawty wanna ride, ride Shawty wanna drive, drive Shawty wanna smoke high, high Shawty a thot slide, slide (let's go) Shawty wanna ride, ride Shawty wanna drive, drive Shawty wanna smoke high, high Shawty a thot slide, slide (let's go) She liking the moves when I get in the club Bottle of Ace and we jump in the tub She suckin' on me and we having some fun Loving that thing that she does with her tongue Not fucking around, she do what I want I'm fucking ya bitch and I'm making her cum She ride on my dick, I beat like a drum She calling me daddy, we havin' some fun Her man is a punk, he get hit with a pump Playing around, she love when we stunt I'm lovin' her vibe, I hate when she front Shawty so fly, she think she can dunk Smoking on runts, rolling a blunt The foreigns out front and it smells like skunk, yeah She wanna ride with me Shawty wanna ride, ride Shawty wanna drive, drive Shawty wanna smoke high, high Shawty a thot slide, slide Shawty wanna ride, ride Shawty wanna drive, drive Shawty wanna smoke high, high Shawty a thot slide, slide I left condoms in the back seat (uh) Run that shit like a track meet (run it up) Nina on me as long as Shaq's feet Getting head knocking black street When you hot, you attract heat (hot) You blowing lines like a wack beat (blowing) On the goal line, I'm an athlete These diamonds got me looking ashy I'm getting head knocking jagged edge They slept on me 'fore I had a bed You ask about her, know I got her tonight Busting that ass, bumping Brian McKnight I'm not tryna play (no) Shout out to the label They provided the flight 50 in cash and I got it in dice Dope on us, gotta hotter than rice Shawty wanna ride, ride Shawty wanna drive, drive Shawty wanna smoke high, high Shawty a thot slide, slide Shawty wanna ride, ride Shawty wanna drive, drive Shawty wanna smoke high, high Shawty a thot slide, slide

Rhinestones tanktop, cutoff cowgirl boots 20 dollars in the jar, just to start the groove Bartender let it pour, ladies out on the floor 1 shots, 2 shots, now it's Friday night Nothing like buzzing, underneath the neon lights Girl I gotta know your name, where'd you get all that game? Damn! You're knocking me out, girl Damn! You're rocking my whole world Girl, you've got it going on Baby, there ain't nothing wrong with it Damn! The way you're shaking that body to the band Good God almighty Come on dj, turn it on I'm about, as good as gone Damn! 10 past midnight, ain't no slowing down Finally I got, my two arms around you And I ain't letting you go, losing all self control Keep on doing what you're doing, girl you're on a roll Damn! You're knocking me out, girl Damn! You're rocking my whole world Girl, you've got it going on Baby, there ain't nothing wrong with it Damn! The way you're shaking that body to the band Good God almighty Come on dj, turn it on I'm about, as good as gone Damn! My hearts thumping, keep it pumping Girl you're something My hearts thumping, keep it pumping Girl you're something My hearts thumping, keep it pumping Girl, you're something Damn! You're knocking me out, girl Damn! You're rocking my whole world Girl, you've got it going on Baby, there ain't nothing wrong with it Damn! The way you're shaking that body to the band Good God almighty Come on dj, turn it on I'm about, as good as gone Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! You're knocking me out, girl Damn! You're rocking my whole world Damn!

I'm writing this letter to tell you I miss ya The kids doing better, we hold it together Saw Joe yesterday And he told me to tell ya to stay strong my bro He said "Don't let them stress ya" Alicia starts school in a couple of weeks And she's so dammn excited She's counting the sleeps And I'll send you some pics And I knew you to phone I'm so sorry my baby it's taken so long I'll come to visit you soon, soon It's 'cause you know, I always got the kids in the afternoon The moneys been low so we're doin' whatever The car had to go got two jobs in the summer And while I remember you know I go Stacey She found out she pregnant with twins they been crazy And Ken hes still mad but you know how he is They come round invention they don't take the person No right or wrong way to feeling like this Everyone's still just adjusting I guess I'll come to visit you soon, soon It's 'cause you know, I always got the kids in the afternoon And sometimes I daydream that I'm at home cooking You come through the door and say "Hey babe good looking" I miss how you touch me, I miss how you love me I love how they rob me and hate how the rob me See Jake started speaking, his first word was truck They say what a surprise just like Father like Son Some days with the kids I get so f*cking angry It's breaking my heart when they asking "Where's daddy?" I'll come to visit you soon, soon It's 'cause you know, I always got the kids in the afternoon Never know which way life will come at you Never know, this life come at you fast so buckle up don't crash Plastic bags, pack them after class Just thinking back to the past Emotionally rich, physically broke Negative seas get plain and spirits can't grow Kiss ya and know about our altercations Keep it verbal, told you I heard you Being nosey, how you caught up in issues that don't concern you I wish, I wish that time could speed up See if you're worth the time Pretend to be fake enemies I've seen before familiar kind Yeah I got your letter I ain't have the time to read a million lines It's from the heart I understand But you're clever within your mind Ritious I could never shake Options got a limit to them (...) From where the children have ruined I'm with the strip influence After school you get the kids Wasn't there when I did my bit That's why you won't get to live with a bad boy I did it big Paid the rent I kept it fresh The crib is plush I filled the fridge Now we owe some distance shit You aint heard on the wish to pay

It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles, and she's got to be an angel Lady Day got diamond eyes She sees the truth behind the lies Angel Soul love, this love won't let me go So long, angel of Harlem Angel of Harlem She says it's heart, heart and soul Yeah, yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah (right now) Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Through the side streets and the alleyway Like a star exploding in the night Falling to the city in broad daylight An angel in Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah, yeah, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem Angel, angel of Harlem