Lyrics:
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
girl named Jan
I let her ride in my Caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
touching is - hard to come by
You gotten my vibe - girl you know I like ye
Verse 2 [Laime]
Different girls wanna ride in on the program
When I come around
little girl
Trouble (trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble) is my middle name
I'm just a born wanderer driftin' by one day
Each place that I've been,
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
discarded!
I beg your pardon has the world become heartless,
People starving for true love off the main market?
Left to rot like an animal carcass inside
paid, cause it makes sense to
(I got ta) Uplift rap on its perspective
(I got ta) Help all those that aren't connected
(I got ta) Give a girl enough
< instrumental drum roll with horns >
Bye bye, little girl, bye bye!
Bye bye, little girl, bye bye . . .
I want a love that's sweet an' good,
I'd never hurt you on purpose
Like consciously
Ironically your the jealous one
cnd I'm on the fuck it team
But I know now
When You see your girl
With
than Beretta
Any veteran knows the Medicine Man is better
Never sweat a girl that's inside of a Jetta
I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye
lately,
girl why won't you be my lady (be my lady)
I I I I ...
I can't find my baby,
and its askin about you daily,
if you will become and see me (become
to keys, we flip bread
I love black girls, big breast, thick legs
I don't fuck bad bitches they suck my dick head
Getting money is all man know
Instrumentals
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
full of clouds
About to take another shot but
I'm used to the fouls i'm ballin'
You could take two to the mouth
It's Alumni, throw it up, two
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
don’t praise no God
The stares look hard, but it’s all a facade
Young boys become thugs when they get no love
I know that true love only come from above
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
you go you're forever my girl
You know why? 'Cause girl, you are my world
My burnin' heart
Totally tongue tied every two seconds I keep watching
a stand and delivered
It's a circle complete
It's the smile that I see on your face
Parts 2 through 8
Instrumentals
Part 9
The sun it shines down on this
paid, cause it makes sense to
(I got ta) Uplift rap on its perspective
(I got ta) Help all those that aren't connected
(I got ta) Give a girl enough
Sometimes I feel so low, It's like I gotta get high
And I don't know how I'm gonna get by
Cause I've become so numb to everything
That I'd give
I'm Sippin
Texas boy im tippin
Drippin
Ghana boy I'm
Huh
I'm sliding I'm riding
I'm vibing on instrumental
My rugs be all oriental
My game be all in
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
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