Lyrics:
bitches
Different type of paper chasers
I could fuck ya bitch
And then she suck my dick an hour later
U say that you love her
Put no one above her
You
it be the niggas that you rolling with
So I keep going like the tires on a Michelin
Knew a bitch that ran the streets like Michele
They love her but
from the 70's starting to make sense
Like I Love You by Lenny Williams
And don't forget that Marvin Gaye, the Sexual Healing
I just want something
say that I ain't used to shit, the way I love the shop
Please don't try to rob us, swear to God you gon' get popped
My neck and wrist froze, shining
Money and a pistol
Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other niggas' hoes
That's what I'm into
Grind like the rent due
I need a hundred M's too
I open up to God, he
Preaching bout' a love and peace
That we never can see
Cuz' truthfully
You think you're better than me
I think I'm better than you
It's just perception though
homie from the way heard this he was like,
“oh my god”
Some say that he's gay,
He might be confused,
I don't know if it's straight
Doesn't matter either
love to pass around and then some
Been done, that there a name you can trust
Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush
Good with packs,
It's ok to be hungry
God gone give you something
Had his son feed the hungry
I'm just tryna feed my people
I know that we not equal
Cause some of your
industry can hate me, I thugged my way through
And all I need is a chick that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uhh
Now understands
industry can hate me, I thugged my way through
And all I need is a chick that hold a jammy
Like Meth and Mary, like Marvin and Tammi, uhh
Now understands
to em
A steady diet of pork rhymes and vowel movement
This that kosher, closer to God culture, non-haram, Salaam
That Muslim, halal music... By any means
dead body
This ain't god body
This that sip
Talk shit by the bar probably
Frail niggaa acting hard-body
Stick your chest out before they rip your neck
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
of a Range
But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin
She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye
But back then, I ain't gon' front, I
scream peace while the other man shot em
I need a house thats full of love
When I need to escape the deadly place of sellin drugs
At thugz mansion
In love with my drank God I
I fuck on her face how'd I
I piss on the bank i'm sorry
Looking up at them big body rage's
VVS why they shining
told you myself I no gon love again
Watin my ex do me hurt the brain
But when I see you omo I start to pray
May God forgive me for what I said
I just
world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench (hey, Five-O)
gon' bark at you
Are you retarded? I ordered you
Brought you to the Arby's and murdered you
Sorry, boy, rot in that grave
Pistol and pavement, these
By Marvin Gyae and Tammi Terrell
You're all I need to get by
Like the sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see you were my
Mali, let's go get 'em
Gimme that joy I can't explain
Add extra peace that'll ease my pain
I hope that love that'll never change
Gimme dat
Hoover he would be alive today
Bang, he got blown away
That man Clarence Smith was like a father to many
Was for the love cause the brother wasn't all
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