Lyrics:
She wanna cuff
(She wanna cuff)
But I don't got time for it
She want a Birkin
But she don't deserve it
I gave her that Tom Ford
hah
I gave her that Tom
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
backing off, giving him just enough time to switch to his stronger foot.
COMMENTATOR 1:
Can City respond quickly here? The impressive Novak goes past
Learning how to make his own atomic bomb
And the world goes round
And the world goes round
Chat is at an all time high today
Still nobody knows exactly what
on the flow fo months but it's time to go
Green lighting to kill comp have they heart stop wooh
Shootin my shot to cross ova to higher floors
By delivering
I think I talk too much
Cos when we went for food at that place by Tom's Bar
We got those dirty looks
You said how could I forget, you always take
takes him by the hand
Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on. goes on
Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how
takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes
takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how their life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how their life goes
says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how the life goes on
Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra
La-la how
A roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar?
Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones
Place your
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
were my destiny
With you I'll spend my time
I'll dedicate my life
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you
I got a love jones for your body
And say it's the last time that I'll be around to be around
Oh well I'm torn and I'm tattered
So the thoughts in my head they get scattered
Oh well
black child
Raised by another black mother
If you point that out, you're an Uncle Tom
When you a black conservative
What type of words you get?
House
says to Molly girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes
people we go shaparly delete
We go quickly erased and then finally exit
So life goes on my brother never give up
Life goes on time goes by
All I think
money
If it ain't about money
This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money
Don't waste my time
This one goes to my thugs gettin' money
See its all
a lot, you fuckin' wit' the wrong one
I don't care about yo' squad or them niggas that you spawned from
Bitch I came from the mob of the Jones's
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by TV shows
What
thing we can't be
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no no no
Mr. Jones wanted to be married
It seemed like such a cute thing at the time
Two peas in a pod
Two
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