Lyrics:
no Cruella (Uh uh uh)
Me and all my dogs know we better than you
Me and all my dogs know we better we gone shoot
Keep my hands on my weapon and my
day goes by, and still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know, we won't let hatred grow
Put a little love in
day goes by, and still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know, we won't let hatred grow
Put a little love in
couldn't find nothing better
I'm tired doing me,
I'm tired doing me,
'Cause it ain't working, no, no
I wouldn't give my heart to nobody,
Afraid from
think my heart's still on the corner where the pistols sparkin'
I done been crossed by closest homies, how the fuck you top that?
I swear that we be
don't know nothin'
So don't act like you're on course
They love me when I'm home but I'm never there
We like it here but it's better there
We like
This is how you get better now
This is how you get there
This is how you get there
How you get better now
cnd you know I'm right here
cnd I see it so
getting better over time
You say you love me
And you're thinking of me
But I doubt that's what your heart really feeling
It's gonna take some time girl
Give
leave
Cause my heart been used by many, should've worn it on my sleeve
Now with pens I'm painting pictures trying to be a better me
On that corner posted
shorty
Better let me give you some there's lotta love about me
You know I keep my circle small only real nigga's round me
If you ain't following what's
it gets bad, know it all gets better
Can't stay cool, think I'm losing my temper
I was so dumb thinking this would last forever
I know it gets better
heart, oh don't do it baby
Don't break my heart
My biggest mistake was lovin' you too much
And lettin' you know
'Cause now you've got me where you
Tryna reach my goals so my kids be blessed
Big heart never lackin’, I’m a Black man
Good soul, yeah, I know myself
Prayin’ up to God, yeah, I know my
Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on
Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailored
a d boy
But you scared to hit a bank motherfucker)
That's why your shit ain't right
Know what I' sayin'
(Better get right about your game man)
(Right
Nothing
You know nothing of the passion in our hearts
Looking down on those at the bottom when you wouldn't even know where to start
Carried by
have a heart attack
I hope someone here knows cpr
Cuz it feels like I been hit by a car
Ima go home and roll up a cigar
Cuz ima smoke on that gassss
by
Everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped "Bucket List", Walter bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint
narc yea
Tru the series of battling a baby heart ay
Growing up like you never had a father by your thoughts yea
Maybe in 15 years you’ll find a better
narc yea
Tru the series of battling a baby heart ay
Growing up like you never had a father by your thoughts yea
Maybe in 15 years you'll find a better
know me, bitch you lying
Hopefully my stomach get better, I think I'm dying
Don't know what I'm looking for but you know I'mma find it
Don't know if it's
day by day
There's always somethin' outta place
Forget when I see your face
I'm the loser in this race
But you knew that anyway
You know what I'm tryna
hearts make love lose meaning, yeah
Lose meaning, yeah
Lose meaning
A broken heart ain't never comin' by itself, no
I'm better off if you just leave me by
there's another place, let me know before I move
And if I do go you better come through
'Fore I make another 'How Can You Slap' youtube clip
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