Lyrics:
what, I'm done, I'm done
I'm so sick of your disrespect, I don't know what the fuck to do
I'm tired, you don't cook, you don't clean
You don't do shit
cold. And so by degrees very gradually I made up my mind to take the life of
the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
So I'm headed door
watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother
Straight up hustler
What's the mental frame of mind
That nigga had
forget that
Just loosen up and let it down, down
Verse 2 Diddy: You look so exotic, Tell me what your next wish is
Judging from your skin complextion I
a G then
Start witnessing the Mack
Fuck around Yamine you'll end up in a trap
Down in the meadow all
These bitches running back
Down in the meadow I'm
Don't act like you care about me, don’t act like you care about me
Saved by the bell
Fuck it, you only live once (Woo)
[?] down the pipeline (Ayo)
'Cept
sales like batteries
Dishing rock cause I need money
Like a charity and i ain't gon' stop till
A motherfucker burry me
Battle me go head hype him
Up I'll
the Cadillac
(Caddy) jack boys looking at me
And they know I ain't having that (Uh, uh)
Let them niggas pump you up
Like you just had an asthma attack
I'll hit
every time you walk outside
Feel Me, feel Me real Talk, what's up
Look, my nigga just had a daughter
Only way to feed his daughter
Said he hustlin
the fuck up 'fore
We get home, bitch, ahh
(Win)
You gon' believe this bitch now? (You win)
Oh, Ye, oh, Ye, what you talkin’ 'bout?
In the front verse, oh
gonna be your baby tonight
If you're in the dark I'll give you some light)
'Cause all you need is my love.
I'm tell you what's up.
So just make room for
It's been eighteen years since I've seen you in the streets
Your up for parole heard the word this week
My cousin Flip come at home damn it's been
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
flames
â??Cause I torture
J to A are-you-L-E
N****z can't be seriously f***in' wit me.
What you Holla â??bout
We can hit up an alley and air
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin'
your whole block blew
Up by this hand bomb
When I heard this track I
Started tripping like a motherfucker
Went up in the booth and
Went sicker than
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
the hook, what it took
Oh my god
And shawty with the looks, got me hooked, by the book, how it look, feeling shook, what it took
Oh my god
So Imma slide up
press you 'bout the sticks you ain't got?)
(I just niggas to be like- upstanding human beings, you know what I'm saying, like stand up be yourself)
(STAND
was doing just fine.
His eyes can't lie.
There's something tearing him up on the inside
I wonder what it is, I should ask him.
But I've got my own
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and Damned (Just Blaze)
It's that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary what's on my mind
You can make it mama
This rose is for you
For never giving up
Yeah
Do what you wanna do
Be what you wanna be
For always being there
Yeah
Mama, you
It's so many girls in here
It's so many girls in here
It's so many girls in here
It's so many girls in here
(Push up on it)
(Push up on it)
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