Lyrics:
tape in your duel cassette running me
Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me
Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing
ever had
Did you ever get dumped?
By somebody that you thought was the one
But somebody told you that you're not the one for them
And then your friends
the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that
on hoping that you would miss me again
But this money change women And this money change love, out for the better
I pop me a xan
I keep on wishing that you
it, the way you get down and
Pop it, lock it, and cock it again and again, you better
Stop it, girl, see how you wiggle your c***ch, you know you
P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou' for the walk
is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come
and I
Know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man
You better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck
i dont mean to hype
They say your chances ain't better than rolling boulder dice
They way they hate me you'd think that I raised a poltergeist
I spoke
leaves
I love your ass on top of me
Clap that ass while you pop that kitty
If you ain't love with me it's cool
We can play love like tennis
No zero in my
fucking brewed
& then I pop a screw off at you
I act a prune
But do not confuse
I am in love with you
It’s just the dude is an absolute
A cockatoo, but I’m
This is a losing battle your like cattle
The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle
Better yet you're a snake so it rattles
I'll dice you up like
gotta headshot em
They better not mess with you
You know I dont play bout you
Ill spray that K bout you
You know I dont play by rules
Im a boss, I cant
will be, will be
Pray to Oluwa, He go package your waybill
And if e show, buy better weed
Make your reasoning green
Pop some skuchis, nor do codeine, say
Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both
it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull
your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga.
Thug lfe, baby. Thug luv.
I
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
you in the parking lot
Pull out and pop your top
Somebody's got to drop
So what you want to do?
You cannot hide from me
My niggas is coming for
hundred round drumming by 30th
I'll pop the fuck out a verbalist
They not remembering nothing
You tell em cause none
Of that shit is regurgitative
She
on often
They love to see bodies in coffins
We hear all that barking
But if you niggas ain't cautious
We laying your body by caution
Niggas is sick
And what
that this gonna be the time of your life
Come put it on me
Make it pop for the Christian Dior
She make it pop for the Christian Dior
I got a chick up in
in the morning she wrong
And I don't want drugs bae I just want your love
Ay, baby always feel better by myself
And I'm so fucked up nothing here could
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick,
inside just by my past
I peep them vibes your snaking moves I'm on your ass
I'm not surprised cause with me that shit never last
With love you got to teach
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