Lyrics:
easy, but conflicted by loving those crazy bitches
Nigga, pull me up, tryna get me up
I ain't losing sight, I'm just tryna get advise
Nigga, everybody's
the good times last
If you give me all your love say you won't take it back
Keep a 40 in the glove cause niggas make me mad
Didn't mean to fall in love but
Please don't play no games with us, we take this shit too serious
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
close as I fly by
Muscle pain is hurting me
Burstin over hurdles
I got worth burnin for the world to see
Take Satan's insurgents on
With urgency I bruise
lucky
All that my bigger brother tell me take another ass whoopin’ and see
By the rock ‘em sock ‘em roll bottle he believe that the owner is me
He
see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique rhymin'
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and
Strictly handheld is the style I go
all I need in my life
It's all I need and no one
Can take your place by my side
You're all inside of me
[Chorus ]
We'll free from all sorrow
get respect and then that money shower
I need, I need, I need, I need
Yeah
I need
Money
By the
Pound (By the pound)
JG
Wentworth
Cash me now (JG
where it's at
So c'mon let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Just take a look at the menu
We give
where it's at
So c'mon let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Just take a look at the menu
We give
you've got
That vibe
Ooh, stop the press
Girl you turn me on
And I wonder
If I could take you home
I must confess
The tight mini-skirt you wear
I
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest
Yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters
Hey hey, you got me feeling
"Who are you, Fast Food Rockers?
Catch me if you can, ha ha ha ha ha!
I'll make you walk the plank before the night is through
Run for your life!"
(Baller)
(Shot caller)
(Twenty inch blades on the Impala)
(Call her, gettin' laid tonight)
(Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike)
(Happy
tryna front, pull up on the backstreet (skrrt, skrrt)
Know I got money, don't be tryna tax me (tryna tax me)
If he on some business, nigga, you can fax
you|Show me the way |I want to be right there with you|Yeah, take my hand|((---)? too)|Take my soul|(Up there with you)|With you, yeah|Just show me
giving a fuck (OKAY)
Alpha females where you at
Yes mami, we up (We up)
Need a man who takes control
And has his money right
Ain't afraid of nothing
Makes
I don't want you to hide me any longer
Every day that goes by makes me stronger
But what you give me won't cure every hunger
I will carry your
Ay-yuh, bitch
You think you know me
Ay-yuh, bitch
Ay-yuh, bitch
Ay-yuh, bitch
Ay-yuh, bitch
Ha-ha-ha
Ay-yuh, bitch
Ay-yuh, bitch
Ay-yuh
all up in my lungs
Take ah next pull watch the grabba run down
From morning back to sun down
Ah me know
Ah me know
Everyday smoking the weed by
on me the wrong way
If you think it ain't the truth
All I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by my side
In case I got to shoot all I
Come with me my sweet lover
Let us go out
And embark on our journey
No going back, no resting
As we go forth
There's adventure calling to me
Over
crazy crazy girl I need you by my side. Well, I start miss'n think'n about the kiss'n. Girl you got me on your line. I get a little crazy crazy girl I
every now and then
Take in all that you can
That you can
To take on the challenges that may lie ahead
So much I've learned
To help me be the man I am
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