Lyrics:
think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked
lying to yourself oh no
If we are friends again please be honest baby
I don't got no time to waste and so much work to do baby
Find me at the casino
Dre on
Still rep B-R, know I carry the name on
Damn Screw, we miss you
[Chorus]
This is for anyone who's ever took a loss
In bed, lights out,
a man with manners
But I, think I can handle, bein a lil' romantic
Now we can Crist' it up or Moet it
I can kick gangsta shit or get ghetto poetic
get why people hating, that's what fame will do
Let me tell you bout my God, we have to break His name in two
I meant 3
Father, Son, Spirit, talking
getting high
Tryna catch a vibe to stigmata side where the sky is pie
And the fruit ripe from my mind where we all are fly and never die!
Keep in touch
know what you really want
I send my youngin through your block he gon spit a drum
Or I can come by myself and I'ma get it done
AR-15 got a beam on it,
they gon pull up with arps macs and 223’s i put that on Z
Im too raw wwe my niggaz gon pull up w arps Look at the scoreboard we up by three if i see
a teensy bit
No, not a roofie
What do you think this is
The hangover part four
Woke up in London like, oh shit
Overnight red dye is the culprit I presume
and slobbin', and droolin'.
Nothin's pumpin'; who do you think ya foolin'?
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood sucker;
What you oughtta do... is pick up a tempo
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
the way
Yeah RLTJ we are calling
I can't believe you told me to unsubscribe that was appalling
What the hell do you think you're bloody doing
We stopped
this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should... "
Is the song over?
Center mumbling:
Ay, ay!
Mingia!
There she is!
Ay!
Buirote.
When do
right or wrong eye to eye wit me
We gon travel the world lil baby cause you my best friend
We just livin our life & people think that we flexin
I just
I'm a big dawg nigga
I got big dawgs wit me
Cut a nigga life short
Like it's fentanyl in them
S.R.T got the big dawg in them
My lil dawg get
to be, by design, by creation
Siblings couldn't duplicate our relation
It's dawned on me that we are relocating
Celebration traded out for cerebration
They
of me
Baby just think of me
Do you think of me at night when I'm not by your side,
Am I stopping you from falling asleep?
In the morning when you wake
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
We forgot who we are
And where we came from
We think ourselves kings of this
Careless universe we call home
But when the earth quakes
When the sky
In the problem of who we are
This problem has fascinated me for many years
And I've made many inquiries
What do you mean by the word I
money left
How much money can the people wait
Without receiving checks
Have you thought about the millions
Who are paranoid to death
Who'd do anything
while you swaying in the wind, hell of strange yeah
When they make fruit that look like people dangling
Life
Shakin' on the minds
Who are mines, never do
settle our differences by ourselves
Then we must be worse off
Than they think we are
Back seat drivers don't know the feel of the wheel
But they sure know
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