Lyrics:
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
hadn't died
And conquered all the fear
Joe and girls
Stayed close by in town
Had their own struggles
But they're made it work out
Pete and Liz
Really get
LIZ:
looking out a dirty old window
down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
NATASHA:
Friday night
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
'03, mama rockin' Liz Claiborne
Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs
Rainy day came,
This the story
This the story
Of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga (Rich nigga!)
This the story of a young rich nigga (Uh
been around the world in and out of hotels
Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell
It all started with Mel my first time doin' it
Nervous,
(Make I tell you something)
(Make I tell you one thing)
(Make I tell you one thing)
(Make I tell you something)
ANODA
Story story o
(Make I tell
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
back cuz the past can't last
Except when I think of Liz cuz she paved my mind like that
I ain't joking, that bitch never loved me, but she taught me
down everyone
We'll reach in our hearts, change and let us go
We'll rise the story, and reclaim what's over
We'll rise shadows, no more living inside
gold from dentist
Massage by Liz Claiborne
Collect call from Maury
Married life is boring
My house is four stories
Tell ghost stories to Coly
Then
up,
Please don’t make me type this all out.
If you don’t get it by now girl I can’t help you,
Put your hands up.
Now it’s slower, aw yeah that’s
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
by family for stealing then tried to run Saying youre victim go ahead take it farther
Saying you thought you was gonna die guess that blow should've
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
big horror story
But you got me by your got me by your side
She shines but for her its dark and grime
On the inside cries for help
But on the out her
my home to see you satisfied
I just called to let you know where I'll be livin'
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside.
And I got swinging doors
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
sorrows with liquid brown
To unwound, knocked out now down for the count with
Depression
Stories From Depression I do write
Always feeling wrong, can I get
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
and I'm wanting mo
The teller know me by my name I ain't fronting hoe
My numbers goin' up no nobody harder
I'm ending my night in somebody's daughter
You
suckers out
They know what time it is now
Crime stories
Homeboys, you get no glory
Not in these crime stories
You ain't gettin? nuthin' on that, no glory
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