Lyrics:
My child
And there you go, back at it again
We pray and think about you when you out late with your friends
As much we meant to talk about yo
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
Black now. He's surrounded by, of
Course, all his bodyguards. (something) the crowd is growing wild with excitement --
It's clapping, it's cheering --
shit about us to all our people, oh yeah, we know
Asked to hear some real shit then took it to impostors
You ain't tryna pay producers, know that
pull this off we fucking straight…
What more can I even say
Just another tale about some yougins tryna get they cake.. what they said about it tho …
can't describe the passion that drives me wild
So stay awhile, don't leave me here by myself
I let you down, wanna give you everything
I feel so small,
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin'
n**** can f**** with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my n**** by showin and provin
That
of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin
can, oh man, if you think about stopping me
It's to the point where I don't even get fazed by the hate, hit the top then pop the ting
T'd up, they rock
change and fullness but is hard
That forfeits black hole power but leaves us stars
This is my theory about public space
Take it up
Everyone
All at once
Be
a book by its cover
But they don't know what they're all talking about
She trades her stockings in for fishnets
And everybody in the room is turning
Mission By The End Of The Night.
(because) My Mind On Money I'm Programmed To Get It,
From Dope Dealin, Pimpin To Hoe Bitches,
I'm From The Riches We Livin
kinda wild
I know I've got your attention
And I know what's on your mind
Would you wanna spend the night at mine
Forget about your friends
Don't
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
I've been asked before like honey are you doing okay
You been waking up working on your shit everyday
I know
Yeah I know
You think about it promise
the Bell
Then make the LL remix of Do It Well
Then sip an OE by my lonely, you don't know me
Nor no teachers or nobody gon' control me
Nigga slowly
about to make a scene
That ain't no surprise
I'm feeling pretty
Feeling cute
Making my own moves
Feeling sexy without a boo
Shining like it too
We're
you
And by means, I don't mind
I'm still young and wild and free
But, I'm having more fun
I can't decide what to say about my life
So much better
But,
Hold up wait stop, drop, and roll
This shxt is too fye
It's spreading wild and I cant put it out
This is my flow, I just figured it out like
Hold up
the guy who did it
You know this ain't the way to go about it
You shouldn't be dissing me, you should be listening to Rammstein
We've met before haven't we
about to tell y'all what it's all about
So as I ease back from this microphone
I'm a let it go to Aceyalone
Little somethin' like this
Check it out
enough about me, how's the air out there?
Is it what you thought it'd be, living life without a care?
I'm glad we're finally getting a chance to really
know it's my time
My time to get down and dirty
Flirty with my girlie
She's sittin' so pretty
Baby got the perky's
From all my workin
Now she can wild
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