Lyrics:
with a little bit a
We could unwind with with a little bit a
Might make you mine with a little bit a mmm
I get a little bit high
Just enough to get by
get ya out there on a hardwood
Spread around a little sawdust
Girl, let's slide like a steel guitar should
Then make this hole-in-the-wall all
Jealous
the team (yeah, yeah)
She like to do Percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah, yeah)
She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex
disposable?
But if she fuck a young nigga like me, it's over for you
Solána, middle fingers up, speak your truth
You could never trivialize pussy
But
not hurt by my doubt or fear
I'm here
I'm here
I don't let it into my mind
Even though its an itch nigga
Just a little twitch nigga
It doesn't feel fine
the vase that set by their bed
The roses in the paper on the wall
There's a story to tell if roses could talk
She never told him
She never let him see
in the bed and the girl's a beast
I tell you, homeboy, If you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
Three shots down maybe I could hahaha
Cause I'll get a little bit mean
If you don't say what you mean
Picture us getting obscene
Hoping I don't cause
niggas talk
Plus you know how shit flow in New York
Walls have ears, buildings heard
Supposed to be shh but spill the word
[Chorus]
Everywhere that
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
If only you were still here
If only I could hear your voice again
If only you could fulfill the dreams you dreamt
If only you were here to talk
intentions backed by legitimate feelings
If I want it I get it, if it ain't given I take it
Backed by some criminal villains, but I call them my brothers
And I remember kicking it
Watching soccer
Eating poster
But now you block my calls
As if Serge Ibaka
Was playing against John Wall
But baby girl this
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
the cash quick
I could really give a fuck
If a nigga talk shit
It's a little bit of that
And a little bit of this
Pop out of the crib
Mad ice on my wrist
here
Just waiting
For next bus traveling
Down town
It's a cry and a shame
Isn't it
A beautiful weather?
If I could have my way
Well, I would not
with a shingled roof
If I had to go through the things that he did growing up, it could've been me too
It could've been me in that room with a gun to my
bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who
and you were a little butterfly
I would be waiting at the garden gate until you came fluttering by
Maybe you'd stop on a red rose top and then we could talk
luck
Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up
Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range
Cash the chips in on your
(hit them with the press)
Sauce Gardner or Deion
Them little boys some peons
She paid for a new ass by the looks go get a refund (Ha Ha)
Wanted Doc Miami
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