Lyrics:
gettin topped off by bout 4 of these hoes
Yeah I'm ready to mingle
This that basement jingle
Call me Peter Parker baby
Cuz I'm feeling that tingle
MAZO
live we could be
Is you down lemme see
What you say honey
Nothing, I was walking by saying hi
Imma slide up the street
I'll admire from the front yard
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) You know
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) Bitch
(Money money on my mind) Bitch
(Money money on my mind) Ay
(So money is
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) You know
(Mo, mo, mo, money on my mind) Bitch
(Money money on my mind) Bitch
(Money money on my mind) Ayy
(So money is
call me a nigger
U donald trump jr triggered
Cuz she took my kids like babysitter
Eatin like entrees
3k on me like andree
Slide on yo girl pick her up
Featuring Frank McComb
Written by: Mark Simmons, Gregg D. Moore, Zachary Glenn & Bobby Ray Sparks II
SIM SOUNDS 72 (BMI), GREG D. MOORE (BMI),
up and
Y'all pussy niggas got strap-ons
Bitch we breed this 5-stars
Bitch we bleed these 5-stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars!
She ain't
(Parker Parker Parker)
(Damn Nick and Sam with the Pretty Boy Jams)
Yo Sam you got them Beers
Yea Nick I got you
Shut up you idiots - do you have
a rose and winters was cold
Had to go over and stand by the stove
We from the Southeast, niggas know
This where the opps creep real slow
Won't vote but
on my teeth, I might need braces for the over bite
I'm focused on my bread, you on a no soda and tofu diet
Haven't sat on my new couch, have had no time
to be good to do good
I saw the cross you carried away it was
Heavy in the backlight
Parker's Garage was empty and vacant
Only owls howl
Vacant only owls
what the queers are
Doing to the soil?
I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
My oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that
deny
How you are to me, you're not my kryptonite
With you I'm a million strong
Always ready to fight
X ray vision, I can see through negativity
she whiplashed (Woo!)
Nah, I don't do pleasure over business, that's a mismatch (Nah)
Boy, you need somethin' to match yo whole image, where yo fitted
Relationship threatened by stuff that you hear, word, I hope we just persevere
Keep it a stack it's the truth calling game like I'm Peirce
That mean the ending
Man look where we been
Look what we been through
How did we get through
I thought we would miss you
Back at it again
Big man grab a pencil
Go be
Don't fuss we seein eye to eye
I push the 6 and pass by you're 5
And rush hour in ya ride
Your girl by my side
We gon crush tonight right?
ray j chorus:
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I could flying with them
Now your not here
Like the sun trough the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf
hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hangin', no curfew
Fuck you and who birthed you
I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr., y'all bird food
you ball
Like I'm D. Fish shooting the 3
When you need bars who do you call
Roscoe got it all by the Kilo
You lost and never found she not fucking for
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
An Angel of the Lord, who sovereign
Wants me to teach sound doctrine
Principles to share my sentiment
So I have a gift that's only meant
For you
you feel
Come & see how I can make your love come down
Over and over again
Written by Bruce Gatlin Jr.
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