Lyrics:
thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on
Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta
over, I'ma be a typhoon
I'ma live comfortably
All my girls lookin' lovely
Just know that I don't love you
I just needed your company
I won't let no one
it is im in I guess over my head she must been dead
But is it read the way u pronounce a single word or verse abreviated by a curse
Or the shortezt
girl where are we at
Cuz time way too different for me
I can't text forever I can't sit it ain't sitting with me
You said you'd let me hit this ain't
the Ruger (right out my Ruger)
And I'm in yo' dreams, Freddy Krueger (slimes on your ave)
Don't fuck with me, my young niggas'll do ya (know that they gon'
Gyal I know who really sent ya
I wish it could be different but my soul could not surrender
You will not meet your maker
To the gates of hell where we go
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is at
One more test, and niggaz quittin, that's
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
use autotune
But they still be tuning in automatically
(Damn) hitman said, "Cass
Sign a autograph for me" and Tory corny
Using my own lines to battle me
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls
me back
Arghh! Fuck!
So what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do?
Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga
Like nigga, I don't give a fuck, my
Stop, check the watch like tell me where time go
I do it, I do it, bitch I do it, I do it
I said I do it, I do it, bitch I do it I do it
I said I do it, I
on a dead end
Like damn where my nigga Rick
Damn where my nigga Brick
As time flies I think about you
Know you tired and sick of it
Then they said my nigga
stranded
I take all my blessings but never for granted
Translate my name and you might understand it
I am a watchman I'm here to do
'Bout to go hard like
I loved and you know too
Yeah you do
X-Mas baby
Sit next to the fireplace
Never over at my place
Joking about how my face
Always looks like I'm
like it
Somethin' was 'bout to go down
You can see it a mile away, you don't have to be psychic
She said, "You want someting?"
I said, "Yes I do
god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,
you motherfucker."
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,
held my legs
of flower don't mix with no butter
Ain't with that booger that sugar leave trouble
I got to cash in my time when I go
They said they got a reward for my soul
Keep on doing what you know how to do my guy, never give up on it oh
Eledumare will elevate you, and them go join you celebrate oh
Say fire burn all
You know in so many different parts of the world
They looking at Oakland to see what Oakland gone do first
Like Chairman Fred Hampton senior said
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
of your life
But chances are we won't be talking by the end of tonight
God I'm a fuck up man why do I do this
I could end it all now this pipe in my right
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Harley
Shawty playing nice till she act naughty
Bring it back, spin around on the table now
Mix things up like a DJ when i come around
Right by my side,
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