Lyrics:
of dirt
You can tell by the way that we live
Onjogeza otya kumakya
Nga omanyi sinalya
Want to see me turn on your screen
Like 1,2,3
Count with me yeah we
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
Man I been sober twelve hours, out a coma
Seeing how my brain does with no opponents
I'm sayin fuck it what's the point of this reality
To me it's
like me man
Your hearts untidy
Why you got two face like miley
How Do fakes get by me man
Is he an opp or a Jake need id man
Small circle not no
But we'll make it with some plannin that's what god does
I know you hear em talk
It's like they can't listen
Growing up to be a man without a man
wit a thug
Twinkle twinkle little star
Wopevelle is the greatest nigga by far
You can't beat me
Your baby girl pleased me
Didn't mean to brag but you
Break it down, roll it up, find some hoes that's down to fuck
Liquor bottles, kissin' models, I might drown inside my cup
What's the move, what's
keep a notice for her man
But I can tell she wanna marry me
Fuck my dogs
Kill you
You
Cuz the game tighter than the man of steel suit
Eh
Tell the waiter
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
a man tun Mumu
Sheby this one na juju
Girl you no that I miss you
Hmmm hmmm
There is nothing we can't do
Hmmm hmmm
By the time that I catch you
Go de hmm
Drug nigga call up
I can tell by your eyes you wanna eat up
Girl buy a couple tings then we'll see hun
She be buzzing when I pull up re up
See love
it
Nigga I live it (no bloodclat gimmicks) blow
Soul survive cut me a slice of American Pie
Piece by piece, bit by bit
'Fore it all falls down in
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
Jealousy, they try to tell me it's jealousy
I ride to her crib guess i better leave
Women they never could better me
They swear that it's real girl
want it?
What you need baby? Tell me I'm on it
Said you got a man, that's cool
Promise you I'll be gone by the morning
4 a.m. in this penthouse suite
a father first and more than a MAN
I’m a GANGSTA do what I want cuz I can
Just know for sho
I’m number one
And don’t take me for fun
Cuz I’m about to give
eating lunch with Vanilla Ice
When did we set that up
And then I was like no Xan the Man
It's me your boy Xan
Xander dude
Xan
Paddy Stax flew through with
found the missing link
He pointed at me and said I'm gonna kill you, and by the look in his eye I could tell it was true
And I'd be dead right now if that
a diva
Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either
You standing where ya mans is at
I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where
say mi exgal she take off
And then she come back like she want to get choose
She taking big man for a baby
Gal you must be crazy
Ah you roll the dice
They be lookin' fugazi, and they tell me don't play me, play me
Man ah' light it up, then I'm gonna mix the situation Just give me two seconds, don't
it'll last (last)
Pocket full of money got me
Feelin' like a winner (like a winner)
Couple models and a sprinter (right)
Three-piece suit's
Jumpin' out
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when
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