Lyrics:
the blaze of gunfire
Will not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie
When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
Cartier rings that was iced out
A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot
Told me to meet him at the studio 5 O'clock
Try'na get to the studio picked up
the Exorcist moving bricks
Screw a chick....go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
I'm being watched by...News 1, Fox 5
CNN,
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
the rest of you
To arrive to shed the destitute
Mind state supplied by life
He said what? He's telling all of
His boys that I can't rhyme
Then I guess
on a leash
That pussy my home where the lease
New bitch she deep throat at least
Sheesh sheesh sheesh sheesh
Okay hundred five you hot you hundred five degree
better by myself
I just hate being alone
Is ya gone answer when I call
Or ya ain't coming home
It just hard to explain
But I wanna be alone
I know it drive
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
On the morning of tomorrow somethin' gonna crack.
Better not be me
'Cause i'm on my way back.
Home
Better look out
I'm around the bend five
no 9 to 5
You say that you want a nigga all the time
Will you be there for a nigga while I’m on that grind
Coming back to sour rolled and head to ease
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her!
They call me on my celly, I miss it like five times
Pack landed at four, we sold that shit by five
Told my mum not to worry, its comin' in due time
I
moving bricks
Screw a chick .go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
I'm being watched by news 1, fox 5
CNN, NBC, CBS
forever
Can't be played
By the lie that's rhymed
I can't be fit
Into the life you hide
A feeble mind
Sitting stuck in limbo
I lost my mind
So I'm smoking
designers
When I be coming home
I just fall asleep behind you
Or fall asleep inside you
You know we
Don't need no condoms
Oooh baby
I know you been hustling
when im coming in these DayZ
Screwin up ugly Ur ugly wife Fuckin day by day
I just want to touch you never heard no fuckin name
J Style be the one with
gems
Whose only fault is that they didn't spend
5 million dollars on an ad campaign
So to cope all I do is make myself feel pain
By listening to better
spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like
on, shit I'm takin you home
I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone
She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg
You Lunatics - and that's what I be
Man, my heart beating fast as shit
Gotta slow it down dawg
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It feel good to be back home
It feel good to be back home yeah
cye
cye
Yeah
don't think you're coming home
And I think that I should move on, yeah
Tried 1, 2, 3, 4, maybe 5 times
I don't think we'll ever get by, yeah
Baby you are
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
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