Lyrics:
on the beat
My city treat me like Shiek
I run my town like im Meek
I dive right up in her sea
I got the silk for my sheets
I got the silk for her weave
Im
chat to you miss like it’s my duty so
I just made a tape, spent a day in the studio
Hope you hear it, give me merit, play it to like who you know
And if
a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
Turn down the lights and lit
down
I can't see me coming down
Light skin ting she tall, skin on silk she soft
Heaven sent, sent by God
When I seen her young Nigga had too pause
What you know bout me?
You don’t know shit bout me
You can step back
I don’t need to relax
Yeah Don’t go give yourself a heart attack
What you
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Yes Mi Lion
Don't worry yourself at all....
Ain no problem..this challenge
Rise to it and never fall
yah ya hear me ya know
lookhere
Never let them
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place
shit)
You see me nigga back in the cockpit
Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip
Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip
Love
Have yourself a good, good time
But don't you know
It's getting late
Yeah, if this world
Is gonna be our home
We gotta make it strong
By
the poor boy down.
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet
caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return
You can ask for space for yourself
born they bought me a
Silk suit put luggage in my hand
And I woke up hight over Albuquerque on
A jet to the Promised land
Workin' on a T-bone steak à la
It's Iceberg... Theory
Yo, if you're hearing me consider yourself lucky
Consider yourself blessed
Shoe string sanity
For pockets double knotted
Til'
militant
Forgive a nigga I'm raised different
Niggas close to you be your grave diggers
Been done dirty by mad niggas like mad bitches
Show me you fake
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
on that! Focus on that! Focus!)
You want to end yourself, I swoor down me
(Focus on that! Focus on that! Focus!)
It's way easier to just pretend it's all
Dteam Music
Finally
Finally, you can be alone all by yourself
No more we
Nobody better
Can give you pleasure
Girl you’re the baddest
So am I
You know
remember sellin' mil, you ain't never give me shit
You ain't never want to see a young nigga ballin' rich
You a sucka ass, pussy ass, rappin' ass trapper
crave a grave, I'm not afraid
So let it swell and give away, he's at your gate
Presenting flowers wrapped in softness, silk and dusk
No words are needed
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
You ain't been the only one crying by yourself
You ain't been the only one crying by yourself
You ain't been the only one crying by yourself
Baby
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