Lyrics:
carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen
Dear Sandra
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't
To the women all around the world
Work it girl
Work
To the women all around the world
Work it girl
Work
Hey Sasha
I love it when you sashay
You get
(ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (what?)
I send her home (home)
Give me the dome, give me the dome
the Blues
I'm betrayed
By every sunrise
I make my confession in
A thousand rooms
Tell my secrets to the carpet
When all I really want
Is you
Every sunset's
don't take this feeling away, moe
This month is not enough me I love, moe
It's like I've been distracted
For so many days
By pussy and these women
No
dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done
But they're some of the most beautiful women I've ever
Fawcett
I'm just tryna make better music
Get this money, share the profits
Now this class getting led by students
Smoke some weed, get head while I do
dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done
But they're some of the most beautiful women I've ever
your blessings, I’m blessing you in the tub
Say you got a confession, you hate the niggas I love
I love how you get defensive when both of us in
freedom school and sent
us to the school of the free so we could learn to
want what we don't want. when the grass is gray,
or when it's black, when I
Will grow one day to be the chosen one
So he grow under the tutorage of his uncle
One day when they were traveling they were spotted by a monk there
Monk
protected by the grace of the true God, I do not need any of your drugs I am so happy here at home reading my Bible Imma use it as a rifle till the day you're
the other woman
More wanted by the unwanted, damn
I always want the women that don’t want me
Ignore the ones that be on me
Damn I gotta break this
Fawcett
I'm just tryna make better music
Get this money, share the profits
Now this class getting led by students
Smoke some weed, get head while I do
for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I
(YEAH)
Sun shining every way worship Amen Ra
Reminiscing bout the ways I could not get by
Waiting patient for the day I could buy a ride
With four
When I think about the future
I imagine havin’ kids
But then I realize that I’m
Alone
And you can’t have kids
If you don’t have a wife
A person
like, oh, gosh
Shawty said she ain't no lie I do what I can to get by
Gotta go and get mine, so go get yours Feelin' outlandish, I'm so stylish
Pardon
home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
In the name of god, help us
What have we become
When the chosen are few
There's only freedom for some
We've
the truth
And believe when my spit shine I don't even get the boot
It's a narrow path
No one's talking to me
I'm not walking with sheep
Take the gold metal
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
My black people show me love when I'm up
When we can make all mankind
Look! Act! Think! Feel! Hope! Desire! Dream!
By itself Inhale & exhale exactly alike
Oh, happy day, when miracles take
insisted on drivin'
When we said no
Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home, man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (are
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