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Lyricist: RnBXclusive.se
Lyrics:
I met a guy on Friday night
A geezer in a suit 'n' tie
Well, he was slick and self-assured
And never cared that I was bored
I met a guy on Friday night
(I hear you sing) I went 'Alright!'
Well, he told me I could be
I'm serious, a celebrity!
I asked him 'Are you joking?'
I asked him 'Are you high?'
What kinda smack you smoke in?
That old professor pipe?
And then I saw the devil
Then I saw the truth
He goes 'I'm on the level'
And I went through the roof
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
Of course I wouldn't buy the hype
He promised me the world and got a fight
He wanted me to join him for a drink
And got it there before my mind could think
He told me I was funny, told me he was sure
That once I'd tasted money I would beg for more
And then I saw right through him
Then I saw the trap
He really though I'd do him!
Until he felt a slap
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
I met a guy on Friday night
He offered me the stars to take a ride
Told me if I'd only treat him good
I would get a limo right outta the hood
Oh yeah, oh yeaaahhh, ohhh
Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch'
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
I told him 'Hell...'
I told him 'Hell to the no'
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul
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