Lyrics:
gotta make this so hard
I just wanna go jam in the car
Sing it loud like we are some stars
Spending time with you is by far
Favorite thing to do
Take
you interaction with everything you hear, you see..
Now notice the first part of the word
Reverse it
"Tellin act"
What do you think could happen if
straight through, I could tell that you stuck
Aight, I got a bitch though
Yeah, you know how shit go
I do, I might flirt, I can't fuck up the crib though
that told you that you suppose to be groom
Suppressed to the ways and then our ignorance grew went from Kings to slaves and told by whites what to do
won’t
Im the one that always do it
And I do it on the low
Bitch I had to get me through it
And I did it on my own
I be thinkin what i’m doin
When i
that life goes, I've learned to ask if I need
But I still got that independent soul as a whole to hit goals
Never on my knees, best believe ima do what I
that life goes, I've learned to ask if I need
But I still got that independent soul as a whole to hit goals
Never on my knees, best believe ima do what I
brew to you
I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee. (Pee-Wee!)
And do what you gotta do, all right black. Bust it
I'm the suger dick daddy
Fuck
like a Taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus
Took this girl to work, she say I ain't have a real job
Like that dick
is what I might seem like to you
Ain't wanted to see barely anyone since you left
Not how I'd do it but fair enough
Some people like to disconnect from
smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish
smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish
the shit on
Have it swingin' in the afty, swing on you if you tap me
Bloody your khakis
I just might do what I fuckin' like
Fuck shorty 'cause her and my ex
a slice that you know he's greater
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed
I go to the store and get Old
on the radio
I'm going crazy coz it reminds me of you
What can I do, to get you uot of my head
There's hope that you'll come back to me
But I saw you with
People around the world every year, always ask me, why do they call you the queen of Christmas? And it's really not an answer I can give in a sound
on the dance floor like what it do
What it don't do I heard the homie reply
Distracted by this cutie pie who I used to exercise with in the past
Of course it
I stunt like this (Like this!)
I don't usually do this but I'm feeling this shit (This shit)
Pull up in the bens make yo girls neck twist (Ahhh)
Get
this bitch like I don't even know all the rules
Butter up
I am surrounded by people and I do not know who is who
Button up
I might just put on a button
coming watching wave thought I told you
Only real survive them shining lights is gon expose you
Wanna be them niggas so you hating what you don't do
tryna get by
Middle finger up for what they did, I
All this money on me got me so fly
Know I'm on the same shit
Still a asshole, bitch, I rep the same
Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinking I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove
what you been doin homie
Ain't nothing much I be just working, posted by my lonely
And I been writing rhymes tryna make a record
Tryna go from small time
what do we eat
In the hills out in Cali like what do you see
Condos out in Miami watch out for beach
Praying I could waking up living like robin leach
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