Lyrics:
Didn't make a dime
Tryna whip Benz
Gotta over grind
Threee albums done in the
Tuck who gives fuck
As long as the Cuban
Link she gonna
Fuck
She
organization
I got the whore in the observation Are you worthy of the album, babe
Do you love me, though I'm not so famous? Are you lookin' for the mic,
through SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in
slick from the stab wounds in her
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp
don't even talk without my permission
Them boys from the Dub bitch, new gospel
Young lords run everything
From Almost Heaven 'til we all the way there
In
life sigh
Gets deep in the dome breathe easier alone at night
Just fight or flight can you relate my guy
When a friend try ask me how i'm getting by
I
cuddle in my arms yeah
what's up, baby let me pull up on you I can show you how to do it, got a F in math class
But I promise I ain't stupid, girl yo love
Don't think I'm up to no good
Don't think I'm up to no good
Should I drop an album "no hood"
Go back to selling backwoods
Think I'm driving through
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
know, how much I really wanna change
And why would I wanna wake up in the morning without you by my side?
And why do I gotta see you in tears just
dream you
Sippin' on that wine you love I made this album on my phone
Walking right by new stranger pass me like I don't know ya
Put it all in the past,
ain't bad since you-
In my arms in my mind all the time I wanna
Keep you right by my side til I die I'm gonna
Hold you down and make sure everything is
the trumpet
I just rolled a wood and the hood gon' love it
Going by the book and the fools don't trust it
Only spoke the truth in the booth, 0 nothing
Had
rolled a wood and the hood gon' love it
Going by the book and the fools don't trust it
Only spoke the truth in the booth, 0 nothing
Had a motherfucker say
put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite
Man I'm far too smart to go
a carcass
I look like I'm R-Dash, goddess, fun fact
Baby, the wind through the screen door really blew me away somehow
I wish you would die in my arms
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
sockets
Yeahhhhh?
[Chorus ]
[Kool Keith]
Like Mobile, settin up shop in Alabama
For proper grammar, my style Arm & Hammer
and pink whit though
Fucked over by me
You should star in a porno
Im a go to town on your ass and I will bite
Rolls named washington
No coke just powder
Minute by minute
I'm countin' the seconds down
Until the time comes
For me to hold you in my arms
Minute by minute - until we become one
Here's a man with
Look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question
came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we
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