Lyrics:
kill it so
rest now I'm a get it this my crown I told you once its mine (POUND FOR POUND)
Verse 2
I told u what's it gonna be when I
hit u wit the left
I'm gonna bless you!
City on burnin' I got reload (Reload)
Said I'll miss you but I keep goin' (Keep goin')
No way-back to the city
I gotta miss you
on the daily, though
She say she "Ain't no radio", like "Play me, yo"
Baby go back like backyard boogie and bagpipes
I'm pulling niggas rap card fully like I
focused then I'm shooting Spike Lee
Shit, I'll get yo credit right, Amex like me
Hold you, kiss you
Love you, fuck you
Miss you
I do, what I came to do
It's
poses
I wanna you
But if I do, then I might miss you, bcbe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my squeezed by scxy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie
Get
Yeah I don’t need you baby yeah
Yeah I don’t wanna Feen on you baby yeah
I’m the man (Shakurry)
I’m the
I’m the
(Yeah Yeah)
I’m the man
I’m just
Every time somebody play my song, I bet I'm gonna get paid
Bet I'm gonna get paid
No, I'm not gonna give you a feature, you ain't got no money no money
I
ain't cool between me and Lord above us
The rap game collapsing nine eleven
You cool now but you'd be average in '97
Got life shit I'm dealing with
Top 10
hurry, I know I'm gonna get you
You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last
feel my pain?
don’t tell me you know what i’m going through, can’t hold the weight
i don’t got a reason to hold on
but i told my momma i’m gonna stay
Hell no baby, do not touch my cup, it make you woozy
Grey linen stepping, I feel like a ballerina
My bitch like Selena, like John Cena, y'all can't see
the bitch
Is you the bitch
I guess if you knew the bitch
You know, how to do the bitch
Screw the bitch
And send the hooker on her way
Suckin' like I did
I'm not gonna fuck with you nigga, 'cause I don't know you my nigga
So don't you fuck with me or my dogs
Nigga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs
the only way we talk now is on facebook
Growing up we had the best of times where's our kids Memories gonna come from?
You know what I'm gonna do, I'm
planning what to do
But for me, I'm with Vishnu
I'm with the avatars of Krishna
Hare Rama but I still miss you
In all the trauma
That we've been through
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
The loving you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find you
(it's outta sight)
So fiddle-lee-dee fiddle-lee-dum
Look out baby 'cause here I come
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
(Wh-wh-who you did it for)
Whoo!
Stunta....way
Everybody say they gonna be the next one
I just wanna be the first one to put my
got bitches pilin' in
Wait 'til this nigga get through ironin'
Jacob up, fuck this game I'm retirin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
St. Louis
about as the rashest of cruise
Ziz, imma mizz, Stormitive, the baddest bitch,
Yea, it is true that you is confused about my digital disc, boo
Because I'm
Discuss these baby im gonna miss you by john lee hooker Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In