But now I know it's you The one who lets me dream Lady time will lead me Along the road of life She exactly knows what I want Lady time will kill
you But now I know it's you The one who lets me dream Lady time will lead me Along the road of life She exactly knows what I want Lady time will kill
in the club, honey, what's up? Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the baddest of them all? Yeah, it's gotta be the apple, I'm the Mac daddy y'all Haters better step back, ladies
mistake Like a mental state, gang-banging A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and Opens its eyes to the ladies
city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time
didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back
, it was smooth sailin', oh I played my part, ooh, in this here relation, oh I was blind, ooh, but I had new visions, oh It's my time, man, and it's me
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has its sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time
, mess it Yeah now that my shit Chorus: I'm getting ready so nice-ice-ice (Holla) It's kinda cool I gotta ruin my voice (Check this shit out!) No mirror lady
ap) Mirror, mirror on the wall Who?s the baddest of them all? Yeah, it?s gotta be the apl I?m the mack daddy, y?all Haters better step back Ladies (don
clothes No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Arie Am I less of a lady if I don't where a panty hose My momma said "A lady ain't what she
pants down) You get time out 'Cause I'm cold (Cold) Blooded (Blooded) Boy who does it belong to Cold (Cold) Blooded (Blooded) Got you thinkin', who's that lady
, my lips, my eyes I'm lovin what I see (Chorus) Am I less of a lady if I don't wear panty hose My momma says a lady aint what she wears but what
feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I'm loving what I see (Chorus) Am I less of a lady if I don't wear pantyhose? My mama said a lady ain't what she
he's out his mind You the finest And if he say you ain't, that boy done lost his mind Hey baby Every time you come around, shut down like computers Hey lady
