Lyrics:
smoke
And I wish he would get out real soon
Now the usually cheery dude is kind've feeling blue
As he goes and he turns towards me
Well I could be
Please don't talk, no one wants to hear it
I can't trust you, you're lookin' suspicious
"Please stop, stay out of my business"
Save it for later, no
went fast those times we having blast
Ain't got no time to be sad
I'm just tryna make it out I'll even pay for my dad
I know he hates when I cus
But
Please lie to me, please bring more shit
Don't be like the other motherfuckers and try to fuck my dream up
The Person:
I am trapped
I do not want to leave
I put my brothers on ride, they be sliding
Stuck in the studio, been on a hiding
I see a 10 and I ain't get excited
Please do not worry this shit be
even lie, shawty you my kind of lady
So what you doin' lately?
Let you count my money, baby
You 1hunnid so that means you meet my standards, baby
I
the ass
I'm not like all the regular
I promise to love you forever
Hold my
Hold my hands
Let me be your man
Say yes please say yes
I really wanna be your
(exclamation)
Bilinda
Bilinda
Any kind of love wey you want (Any kind of Love You want)
I go give you bilinda (I'll give you Bilinda)
Kind of loving (No kind
to church 'cause your momma says to
Visit grandpa every chance that you can
It won't be a waste of time
Always stay humble and kind
Hold the door say please
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
must be arthritic
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I'm down for our days of glory
It's easy to do when
nigga, bank teller
Think I play for the Giants dead fresh
Walk by and get a moment of silence
Don't be mad because we livin' dog
Be mad at the Mayans
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
he must be admiring my grace
As I'm back peddlin, doin bag drills on his face
He's tryin to bob and weave, but he's drowning in the rushes
And Compubox
your head
Like Cheddar Bob
Everybody want to be
In the presence of your present
But was missing in the past
Cause they never
See the vision
But they
Bullet-Proof Vest
Protection is a Must in this city try to adjust
The dangers in every corner be careful in who you Trust
I find myself surrounded by Demon's in
They stay robbin' dead men 'cause they don't give 'em problems
Heard the good die young be it by God or gun
Paint my mural on the wall sayin' my job
Please do not talk to me bout the devil
He is not an equal to the God in me
Burry limitations with a shovel
Circumstances are never been defining me
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
of a kind
That money gon' stick by my side
I've been antisocial Ion fuck with nigga's
Only thing make me happy is when my pockets bigger
I got my tool, I'm
nigga square
Like sponge-bobs britches
Can’t roll wit ya
I don’t rock diamond
I got bigger crystal
Her pussy so wet
It feel like some misters
I want yo
a glaze
Working at the suffering
Learned a lot from Mr. Scott
Bob was always muttering
Damn it I need fucking pot
There is Mundo
Crushing something in
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