Lyrics:
breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm
of the land
In the darkness of that bedroom, with a radio bedside
You've fallen in love with yourself
On 106.7 RADIO (INPINK)
a secret recipe
Intercepted from a third eye view
Im hella tryin to make moves
Got her in line for the soup
Sean Paul she stickin to me like glue
I can make
money can't (Feat. Paul Blanco)
I still think about you oh
I still think about you girl my baby
don't leave me baby don't walk away
니가 필요해 but i know
unsolved
Nobody knows, 2000 (2000) Fold...x2
[Tak]
Ayo, 2000 fold, everybody's still searchin'
Lookin' for that voice that they never heard in person
Radio
by my pop i'll pop
I'll chop if i work
If the only thing soft is my cock
The road is still rough it's like rock uhh
It's only me jumping in my bus
you them xanax for the seven I'm taxing
Love
Funny how every bitch used to reject me
Funny how niggas now wanna respect me
Ain't it funny
How people
or you get sent out to Coventry
Shout out to my British niggas know y'all hoes in love with the
Five nine shit starter but my heart is eight foot three
And we can't believe really that so
Many things have happened in
Between already! Just before I pass
You over to Paul
(Arf-arf! Arf-arf) I'd like to say
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you
what I wanna do
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too
So let me take you in my arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
cause Shawnay don’t go anywhere with no bag (Aye)
You thought I was playin', but like Paul Pierce I'm telling the truth (Aye)
I call 'em Ndamukong Suh, my
better hope it don't leave, boy
October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy
You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy
Kids love a nigga 'cause
with it, but I ain't frontin' ya (oh)
Whenever you want, I'll be there
I'm a make you my baby
No more drinks and love, love, love
In the club, club,
Yeah
I'm 23, but I still bring 'em to you
I flipped the sample out the drums then I give 'em the truth
The same me, motherfucker -- don't you get it
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panicking
Itching to see how I handle it
When snakes start rattling, calm
I can show you about harm
Put blades in
tree, create and achieve, relate only to bees
Buzzing in my chamber, surrounded by wax, working for the vibe of a queen
Certainly selflessly, I'm going
years
Still waking up late at night crying tears
Just thinking about those days
You used to talk to me
Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennessey
inner g
Admit when I'm weak but that don't mean I'm defeat
The C in crip really stand for the community
Just cause we grown still take a village you
'Cause Whitney's still with me
And her death kinda hurt a nigga
So let's get back to talkin' 'bout murder, nigga
John Lennon got shot in the back
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