Lyrics:
(?) like we don't move
See Gutter, be home soon
See Gutter, he'll be home soon
What's good? Talk the money, what's good?
Haters frontin', what's
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
some closure through a text
She be leaving, she be leaving
Too soon (l-l-leaving)
Too soon (so soon), too soon
(Don't be leavin', baby, don't you
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
too much, too late if I'm honest
All this time God knows I'm singing
Ah lahmlahlah
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my home
I
Hondas
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
'cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny
She's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it
I
Stay, a little longer (come here, ma, stay for a little while)
(I know you gotta go home soon, but)
I know you have to go home to him (time just
me on my bum
When I shoot the moon, high jump thе broom
Like a preemie out the
Womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon!
Don't do it! Reconsider, read some
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
for a t-shirt
Got it in a large not a medium (Cash)
My Italian joints in season
Bad B come to the Niz and she don't
Really care about the weather
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
times before
And I done been arrested 'cause I'm tired and broke
I'm searchin' for the answers 'cause at times, I don't know
'Cause I come from this
know, don't be acting unfamiliar
West Side, Del Amo, I got it tatted on my spirit
Spirit tho, ten hoes, hostage in the CTS
Mando, windows up, that molly
believe
Don't feel sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home
I say, I'm just fallin' from grace
I'm naked in
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
don't underestimate age out here
There's too much power in youngers
And them man forgot there was hundreds
Anybody can be gangster
You've seen City
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
buggin' soon as I walked in the door
Got me like, "I ain't fuckin' with that bitch no more"
Don't even like so I can't fuck with her
Thinkin' 'cause we
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