Lyrics:
are love and broken hearts.
It's time for me to tease and scold you
It's time for you to love and hold me.
For dining by candle light
Fun Sunday
i'm just bad
You get mad
I can tell by your tears
Baby I'm here get me near
Heart to heart
Hold your breath
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
'Come back to this life, you have been before
I'll guide you and hold your heart'
Heyayahey ya hey ya hey ya ho
Heyayahey ya hey ya hey ya ho
Heyayahey ya
touch by heart
Still lost in your embrace
I'd dream of where you are
Dream of where you are
Ho ho ho ho yeah eh
If I could hold you one more time
Like in
custom number 12 by prxmx go
Gengar smile when I fuck yo bitch
Sableye megastone on my wrist
Dick so big ho hold my shit
Niggas get smoked tryna smoke my
give a fuck what my bitch say
Fuck what my bitch think
I'm fuckin' hos by the pair
Ho she just sucked up on his thing, then let my bro bang
Came back
SC, I'm not talkin' about the state
Talk down on me, I move by my dolie, I don't need no rolie
'Cause I know what time I'm on
Ho-ho-ho-hi hoe, I'm
Like hold up, roll up, I just got my dough up
I just talked to Mane Mane, listenin' to Sosa
Doin' shows with Rocky, share my ho with Carti
Braid my
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
Oh, whoa, ho, ho
Baby, won't you let me know
When you need someone to hold
Baby, won't you let me know
When your love is to unfold
Baby, won't you
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I hold up
Take it back up to the N.Y.,
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
how you hold a choppa
I ain't gonna lie I be feeling like Obama
This is illusion by the Patron
Chopper cocked and I'mma clap mine
Homies in the pen
realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs
Got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit
Block parties was a thing
in a choke hold
Cuz all my life, we been livin' by the bro code
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money, we been livin' by the bro code
Mm,
need me that type girl
I need me that type of girl
Tired of dealing with these ho ho hoes
That only want mo’ and i promise girl i put that on me
Tired
drummin' like solo
Hold on like En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Let down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Lettin' em know
with hypotheticals that couldn't be
I'm like girl what you mean?
She like I don't believe
In the war?
In aliens
Oh hold up
Hold up, wait
Girl what
Bitch!
Fuck that bitch like Too $hort
My whole crew here, fuck you thought?
Bumping, smoking that Newport
Ho keep talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that
a ho down
It's a party at Colt crib baby come by
You wanna saddle up I'll give you one try
And you a cowgirl so I know you know
How to hold
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
one day. it's going to take a while uka chinja na iwe.
Baby. Teti uchinje in one day it's going to take a whileyou gotta hold on (hold on)
Sichi
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