Lyrics:
creep in
Ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin'
Nut on yo' sheets go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
If you're
Sittin down goin over all my flaws,
The do’s, the don’ts,
I won’t,
I can’t,
Fuck this up,
I’m on a mission like a motherfucka went missing,
My
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
were in her eyes as I left in the night
But someday I 'll go back and claim My Spanish Fireball
were in her eyes as I left in the night
But someday I 'll go back and claim My Spanish Fireball
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
White Flag
I ain't tryna go back
I love you you should know that
I ain't gonna hold back
I'mma give it everything I got and that's that
I belong
the sky I'm a star by God
If you wanna come and catch a vibe wit me
Ducked off in the cut spending time wit me
I really mean vibe don't start
No time plain
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
Bitch I'm back I feel like I'm Slim Shady
'Bout to go crazy like a dog with rabies
Like a woman givin' birth to fifty six babies
Y'all say y'all
he knew where to
Go, plain as day upon the screen, Hezakiah can be seen, Little Mose
On his toes, looking at the camera, nearly spoiled the scene, I
gotta new bitch and dat ass way bigga
Don't try to come back when dat fuck nigga leave don't cry on my shoulder u not gettin a tissue
One day i was
discriminate on asshole and pussy's the same
I fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes, and all the plain jane's
It don't matter if you're black, white, red,
your man
Just take my hand
And walk with me I
Just wanna talk with you
And give my all to you 'cause
I think we're meant to be
'Cause girl it's plain
were in her eyes as I left in the night
But someday I 'll go back and claim My Spanish Fireball
Light life yea
Like how that sound
Hard times yea
Better days still
Around
Got the plain white tee
Wit my rip blue jeans
On my way to get our piece
Never was a finer breed than the steed who was Shamrock
Plain to see by his confirmation
That he came from finest stock
Daddy was a black mammoth
Zero and Terry got away
Other said they were caught and brought back
But still young pilgrims to this day
Go to that spot way down by the railroad
attracted to you
That you blessed and you got as much back as you do
Most white boys say that you way too thick
And some brothas might say you the number
and university, as men we could now go
We’re finally endowed the right to run for state office
Or secure a new white-collar job down at the corner office
So white
Maybach was way back
Now you got nothin' to show for
(chauffeur) it whatever I want I go get
Paid for, I ain't owin' shit
Drop a check, you in debt
That's
nigga "wtf he been on?"
And my money dont shrink, ts grow
Imma give ts back to my bros
Man all my niggas gon eat, all my niggas gon fucking succeed (fo'
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