Lyrics:
cry overboard)
Ayo, now we're miles away
(I don't cry overboard)
Now we're miles away (I don't cry overboard)
Now we're flying away (I don't cry
can get it right now, I run to the money don't need a twel
I'm watchin' my back like I am a owl, .30 round extension, baow-baow-baow
Laugh at you
Ever since I was a child
I've turned it over in my mind
I sang by that piano, tore my yellow dress and
Cried and cried and cried
And I don't
to bust open (bust open)
When you pourin' that 'Tuss, pour a lil' over
Like fuckin' these bitches by twos now
Already won, how can I lose now?
Put
"Oh, you think you're fancy now with that, uh
What is that on your wrist there
That a Rolex?"
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)
Bust down (bust
might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't
rings
Surrounded by memories and all your things
Yes I'm gonna cry
Oh yes I'm gonna cry
Yes I'm gonna cry
Oh yes I'm gonna cry
'Til my tears run
That bitch clapping ass like a rabbit
I walk around with my chains out
But you don't really seem to hang now
Talkin bout you came round
If we bang out
who's shooting last
I don't like no body
I've been by myself in the hotel lobby
If you tryna slide I'm on the top floor shawty
Dancing with my demons in
and white wine
Don't make me cry
Don't make me cry
You said your life with me was vacation
But since you left was a victim now a patient
I really tried
But
the blast
Put him in a bag, an wrap him up
It's all business
So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head
Don't take it personal
Money makin' needs no
catastrophe yeah
I said now baby baby don't cry
Baby baby here's why
Love is here standin' by
Love is here standin' by
You trusted him and gave him your love
And don't you turn your back on God now
He has been too good to you, child
Don't you turn your back on God now
He has been too good to you, now
Cry out for
dipped under that water baptized by the reverend
Pastor Richard Hilton prophesied about my future
It's coming true must be from God the great producer
I
and a 100 gallon keg of beer and
Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started takin' requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is
sicker every day
And I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury
do more than
Post a tweet and cry
You in this song now, immortalized
Christian, Troy, Felix, , Keith, Junior
Lamontez Patterson
Dominic Hutchinson,
your bike, can you do a wheelie
Yeah I thought so, now go cry in the shower
You know that you're a fucking bad kid
I got bitches, with my bike, I get
That he be using for all of his flow
Aye, reel it in
Like a robber boy he's stealing it
I know that you lying when you be pretending
That you don't bump
don't bother cry
Angels around you, just dry your eye
Now she gotta a six year old
Trying to keep him warm
Trying to keep all the cold
When he
Can't believe that it's over, baby
But every bruise on my heart, you gave me
See, we'd try, but we'd fight, then we'd cry
Now it's over, babe,
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks
biz
Want me grant her a wish, bitch I'm not the wiz
I take another sip now I'm smizzed
Woah
When I walk in the room they say the world is his
He don't
Meditating with the sages and seers, Look inside there is nothing to fear
By the holy ghost drawing us near, Kundalini finding us here
Dwell in
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