Lyrics:
a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdy good-bye
Birdy bye-bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea
And baby goes home to her flat
To sleep all day
Sleep tight, my baby
Get a lot of sleep as time goes by
Good night, my baby
Have a lot of fun in
mek it fast chop chop
Pon me belly when me travel deh me ave e flat glock
Portmore a nuh wifi this a hotspot
Money talk dawg listen
Uh gyal in a me bed
in my arms
I woke up to yawning baby
You woke up to me gone
And good byes don't wait for the morning
And good nights take too long
I'll be back by
Dun, dun, dun
NLE the Top Shotta got bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Ayy, ayy
Never send a threat on the internet just
find a good girl, settle down with a family
Finally find sanity, finally find the man in me
Not the boy who's caught up in laziness and craziness from
no longer cry
Can some tell me why we cherish what's already gone?
What we no longer own
I say one
One last good bye to you
Oh no more cries for you
M-O-E, Murder Of Everything in front of us
And can't nobody stop it, because the reaper's coming to cancel every one of us
And it's all gravy, all of my
I only Rock with The Righteous
We choppered up like the isis
You got yo peice of the pie?... Good
I'm taking the rest of the slices
I'm really Nice
Bye-bye baby bye-bye baby.
Oh my Mercedes needing work lately
Oh bye-bye baby by to my savings
Running up my visa just to pay it like
My tanks on E
tell a lie, lie, lie
So don't cry no more
Baby girl, for sure
Just remember the good times we had before
I love you, baby (oh, yeah)
I'm still in
on the sand when the tide recedes
Old whiskey bottle, good times gone bye
Old memories of dreams run dry
Old whiskey bottle, at the back of the bar
There's
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
Aye look what's good fam it's me again
The one you used to call your friend
I know you ain't forgot me?
Oh yeah you always get me caught in sin
i lift off
Cant run down cuz you lor niggas Too soft
Seen that diss he made tell him Goodbye bye, he ain’t even gon live I Got mob ties
He was running
in the
Manor? Good luck with that
You'll probably get killed by the same
Youts that looked up to man
Diced in the alley when police left
These kids'll
20 bag of scag
Take it all in one go like an arsehole being fucked by a fag
And all my worries get washed away in an instant
Yo as soon as the rush
a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe
brother
Every day it hurt my soul
I know I'm not perfect, I'm not
Why my brother had to leave, I ain't tell him bye-bye
When I'm ridin' by myself, sometimes
heart by storm
I don't know why
Baby girl, baby girl
I love you, baby
A just da naughty naughty love
I'm still in love with you, boy
Well I'm a hustler
my deepest fright
She walked into the night
She turned for one last look
She looked me in the eye
I said, 'I Love You...Good-bye'
"It's the most
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
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