Lyrics:
Rollin roooooound, only time you see me when I roll my window dooown
Down dooooown
Baby, this my town nooooow
Uhhhh
With the only ones that always
on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
lights
It'd be the same in California when I'm ridin' at night
And new york I be in mid-town
Up and down broadway havin' meetings all day
Baby my
Babe, baby baby baby
Babyy
Babe baby, baby, baby baby baby
Watch me
Sprintin, runnin out of gas but a nigga never sleeepin
Have a lot weed, havin
my trunk and let's see what I have to sell
I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll meet your fuckin maker
'Cause
been riding round town
Faces pass don't look back
These niggas whack
I'm on track
Ass too fat
They want all that
I know I got just what you need baby
But
Question for the the maker and it's aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
the buffalo
They'll turn the buffalo
Our town
Our town
Do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
Look for the maker
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
comprehend this baby
They held in their hands
To be the light in the darkness
When the whole world began
The maker of stars, here in our arms
Even as you're
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Long Live Yambo
Time goes by, puffing on la
Hoping that it get me by
Got a nigga going brazy
It got a nigga going brazy
Said, time goes by, so pour
of you
Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I want to do
Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here
But yet I got a show to do, and that won't be
kissed by the moonlight
Woven out of sunlight
When i got home i grew up
fast by the sunLIGHT of a lake town
Already made a friend at my little school,
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
Baby, you just a teaser, why I'm sick in love with you?
I can see you don't mean me no good, baby, by the things that you say and do.
You makes me
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
Shugar P baby
Ragaritaara
Mansawadawa
Man can not say man nor dey
If you say make i run ham
As a bad man wey i be
I go run ham
And we be balling
When
Question for the the maker and it's aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime
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