Lyrics:
murder, come, come again
Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies fucked up
Pump pump to the ground
You said you'd hold me down, just like I needed
I should of known by now, that you were leavin'
Baby why you leave me on my lonesome
I know I love you
reading all the memos from the counters of the beans, on conference calls until my mind explodes. I would jump through every hoop, I would jump through
creep low in all black
Just save your words and pay me
Pushing daisy
Been feeling hazy
Mind going crazy uh
Spark this pain
And forget the feeling
before
Yeah, yeah
(Chorus)
I believe you're feelin' me back
I hope you ain't leavin' me hang, no, no
I hope that you're readin' me right
Tell by how I
the UPT
I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
[B.G.]
My block is hot wit killas, ATF be
won’t
Leave gracie by herself
Yeah
Yeah baby
Gracie made me
Leavin’ jack d
I don’t want it
You fly me high
Out of my mind
Modern art
Straight thru my
everybody smokin'
Your friends, my friends
And they ain't leavin' till
Six in the morning (six in the morning)
Caught a chill, baby, you the coldest
Go far,
everybody smokin'
Your friends, my friends
And they ain't leavin' till
Six in the morning (six in the morning)
Caught a chill, baby, you the coldest
Go far,
by it
Drivin' all the compassion from my mind
Do us all a big favor and resign
Yeah, we'll see the day
Leavin' light outside the window
We'll see
got an issue, with what’s up in my mind
Darker things, ya haven’t seen, but it helps me pass the time
Cause all the days and all the nights just blend
Memories in my heart leaving imprints
It's a vibe when I dive off the deep end
And I ain't never leavin' (ooh-oh-oh-oh)
I'm in love with the feeling
really good at writing the lyrics
But I overthink on how ill produce it
What I'm gonna do with the music
And how to make it sound worth listening to
My
My teens flew by in a coach seat
Since we all grown up, you tryna show me
What you tryna do now, huh
You played me once before
Now you feel like you
Everything's a true story (everything's a true story)
I had my mind on a milli'
I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly (uh)
I went broke
grass that you pass around (you know)
Then I stash a pound by my ave' with rounds (you know)
I'm a gangsta until they put my casket down (you know)
You
protect the fam
Choppa by my side it go like blam
I ain't gonna lie, I hate y'all, man
Shoot for the head if I ain't jump in
Leavin' him dead if I ain't
leavin' my day
I will be leavin’ my home
Sticky chicky eyes, long hair, little legs
And there's someone else in this room
And I can't be there until you
forever embedded inside
[Chorus:]
What, ugh, yo, yeah come on, yeah yeah
By my nigga El Da Sensei, Mike Zoot, ynah I'msayin?
Okay, F.T., guess
Gotta be with my baby
Gotta be with him
Gotta be by his side
Gonna be with him
My heart's made up my mind
And I'm leavin' on the next train out
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
a flawless fervor
I got money and catch cases like Roethlisberger
And y'all are Dennis Dixon, that's just something different
I need another prescription, I
Can you be my girl, I just need you by my side
Can you be my girl, I just need you by my side
Can you be my girl, I just need you by my side
Can you
gettin' caught up
In soft skin and hard luck
(Stuck) in between tryin' to stick
And makin' my pick
Feelin' more like a brick
As every day went by
I would
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