Lyrics:
Baby don't seem to care
Her lovin' cupboard is bare
Nobody loves me
Your troubles growin'
You should be goin'
Nobody seems to care
The blues have
and a pipe
Or a bike and a spinner, a weapon and some transport, for my little nigga
Posted Destiny up on her b-day, and got blocked by bare silly hoes
But
she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooohh and now
and flexing
But stay with me and you gone be alright cuz by the end of the night there might be a gun fight
Baby pop it like my gun let me see you make some
for sure
Lemme tell you one time
(girl I love, girl I love you)
I'ma tell you one time
(girl I love, girl I love you)
And I'ma be your one guy
You'll be
But we are so strong hmmm hmmmm hmmm
It should be by gone yet we are holding on
If not for that thing wey dem dey dem dey call Love
Thank God for you
for one like you
Where u dey
I done dial your number
Girl na you now till December
Dis kind of love fit make man to mental
Come any day anytime
You are
I've got automatic guns for automatic boys
Automatic toys for automatic girls
Everything keeps a light melody
I've got a couple of killing machines
But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself?
To the point I should hate everything I do love
Should I hate living my life inside
wicked Felina, the girl that I love
So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day
the one
But like, to me, she ain't used to us, this is us forever, man
You know that, love you, baby
Everything's just great with my girl And I hope that
tell his ankles from the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he
humble
All of my guys, we keep it on hunnid
Never fold commas on my mind, but it's not the goal
I got three words, family over everything
Two feet, run it
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered
A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
family
When they discovered your cupboards they could not wait
But the you told them their findings were far too late
Holy communion and Vivian girls
Day dreamin' gettin' ahead of my self, advancin'
But, come on girl
Now come and give me love
I know we just met but romance is like a drug
You know
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
tell his ankles from the rest of his feet
He loves his old laughing lady 'cause her taste is so sweet
But his laughing lady's loving ain't the kind he
the pain
When you start to run away
Existential crisis served in slices concealed by vices girl
Let's fall in love girl
before I say goodbye
But I want you
wicked Feleena, the girl that I loved
So in anger, I challenged his right for the love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My
the girl that I love
So in anger
I challenged his right for the
Love of this maiden
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore
My challenge was answered in
gun pop
Loving on me nonstop
Winning by a long shot
It's more than just an interlude
And this another magnitude
Can never get it misconstrued
No need
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