Lyrics:
first place all by myself, yeah
First place all by myself
Maybe my confidence finally catches up to me
I'm only seconds ahead of my insecurities
You
to spare
So who are we to trust anyone?
And that's what's fucked up
We gon' end up by ourselves and not each other
And that's a fuck up
Damn, love
of my 9-5
I would wake up and wanna die
I rather get to the studio and get High
That's the type of shit
We had to do to get by
Stuck in my ways
I
could exploit to get your fix
I wish I'd seen your bag of tricks
But I was blinded by your lies and your hips
I hope I'd seen this coming way back when
spark plug wires are a little too long
And your main prodsponder's nearly gone
Your injector ports are stripped and that ain't all"
"Your torque
Shorty get down, good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting
talk, is cheap
This whip, gon' sway, I was tryna fornicate
Nowadays it's a lot at stake
Gettin' rich is the only way
(Oh, yeah)
Girl, you know I
want some from me
Get finessed, you a trick, you a dumb boy
I got guns, they like toys, but they hurt more
By this hoe, so much shit got her on store
I
in too late
And I'm forced into reflection by this half hour wait.
Now I have been a straight man and I've played it by the rules
I been a good
sounds by my dog right now
And we have no time to play
Hey baby, come on over here
All night, when we
Make love, birds and the bees
She crave for me,
to let go
But all we are smoke
See I don’t want our contact high
To be the thing that gets us by
We inhale then we blow
We learn to let go
But all we are
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
All I want to do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
And a poom-poom, just shake ya rump
All I want to do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
And a poom-poom, just
or something.
Beotch!
Chorus: K-Ci
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Tell me is it true or false
all my money making ways I’ll never change the route yeah yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well yeah
I wish em well
It's
apartment can't talk so it's safe for your secrets
All the stories you've invested with a masochist, menacing meaning
Those tired tricks that you play
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
know we'd have good babies
I can tell she country by the way she speak
Tell by her ride that she real neat
Sucker for love so I call her sweet
I like
Swift McVay
None of y'all niggas got shit to say
Rhymes keep comin' off like a toupee
Plus I'm big headed, runnin' things my way
A selfish man,
circle, the same homies
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea erry day
I'mma get it by any
circle, the same homies
My same niggas, no new friends
Since day one, nigga no loose ends
Just a young nigga, outchea erry day
I'mma get it by any
me
The way you walk, you talk, your style
Running game by the mile
Girl it's the everything for me
I think about you all the time
Just can't wait
fuckin wit me way too elite
Pull up and shoot at a nigga for thinkin it's sweet
Top a the key
I know I move a lil different a Nigga gotta eat by be any
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