Lyrics:
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up
in me
(cause baby I’m a real one)
If you got me by your side, you aint gotta worry day or night
Been on both sides so I can show you life
I didn’t
another day
Take a breath
You're okay
It might take a minute but you'll find a away
A thousand bad nights when you thought you might drown
And I ain't gonna
statements
I'm full of shit sometimes
But walking beside you's blowing my mind
I feel so high, mmm, we own the night, mmm
How did I find the light of my
ice
Made it hard to find a nigga unintimidated by my life
Look, do I got time to want somebody? I'm tour
How I'm supposed to love somebody? I'm not
Forever you my girl 내겐 너 뿐인 걸
Yo I never knew I'd find a love so true
This one right here, is just for you
Remember that one day
I held your
been around
And I ain't one to brag”
But you'd be hard pressed
To find too many other men
Around this here town
That's loved the way I have
Just one
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
cheap
I'm bartering hard with no room to give
Living my life as if my head ain't a complete sieve
Hold your horses, bandage up it's bloodied knees
dazed, girl it ain't fair
You just don't care
You got me drunk like wine
Higher than the stars
Baby when you hit me, you hit me hard
I'm lost in
men walk in circles
They can't find me anywhere
Sometimes when I meet new people
I try too hard to be friendly
Sometimes I try too hard to be cool
They
up, and now the shit's gettin tighter
Huh, I find it hard to breathe, bassline strummin
Money it's gettin hot but the lyrics keep - comin
Feel like I'm
just can't get through to you
They take your money; You work so hard
But you'll just get an unemployment card
In the day, you're just a lad
You ain't got time to tell me how you feel
By this time tomorrow, I'll be out in Bakersfield
Just like that horse steady running down the track
You
And she's holding whiskey and a gun
Whiskey and a gun
Their strapping me down and I'm scared to die
Now I ain't the kind of girl to cry
But I find myself
emcees play like Pee-wee Herman and get jerked
In the cypher mad skillz gets hyper
More heads show up, and now the shits gettin' tighter
Huh, I find it
bitch im on my job
uh yeah
i been goin hard,
do it for my dogs
uh yeah
HATERS THERES ALOT, I SAY FUCK EMALL
BY THE GRACE OF GOD
I WONT EVER STOP
y’all
drownin' me
I might be drunk
That’s why I’m thinkin' with my dick baby
I ain’t gon lie, shit get a lil crazy off that liquor sometimes
I be wantin' to lay
at the bar, eyes on the crowd
looking for them girls looking cute not wild
Hoes like my style, they be jockin hard
jumpin round the club, actin like some lil
because I need me a tour
I need a house preferably by a lake
Couple of cars and jewels did I mention
I'm just practicing the law of attraction
I'm just
watch 'cause I flexed too hard
And I flicked my wrist into outer space
Big back in jeans
She turns me on
Got a lil foreign bad ting from Spain
She’s so
Drink rap and I eat rap
It’s been that way and it’s never changed
when the impact of that beat slap
The reaction is priceless
Tracks have been crafted by
a know it all
Back it up full rewind stop it you know how I do
Stay up all night putting in that work to pay my dues
Jakes got me by the collar (Woop
lurkin' all day
And I see you posted by the DJ
Bumpin' old school BJ
Only difference, we ain't on the same page, oh-oh
No, tell me how you feel 'bout it
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