Lyrics:
girls that he seeks
And you’re broken
You are broken
I look to the young girl
Strangled by braids
Her mother tied so tight
So she’d never age
I look
know what I keep in the safe
Audemar getting stuck in her hair, in her braids
East L.A by the lake where we stay,
Fools outside in a red Chevrolet
Don't
with my soldiers
Fuck you know about culture
Most you niggas vultures
She Grab me by my braids while she ride me on your sofa
From the back I make it go
on saint laurent
Put my hair in braids and plaits ain't living by no law
And i've been so bout it bout it baby uh uh uh
Henny kiss at night lil mama i don't
population town,
Made my money by cutting grass,
Got fired by fried chicken ass,
All in a small town, Napanee.
You know I always stay up without sleepin'
say
It to my face yeah look at you
Hiding behind the shit you started
Please just let me go
Face to face!
Cleanse the faith, ceremonial braids
Don't
MITCHELL
Listen being in a white mans world there’s some things you can and cannot do.
ENSEMBLE
OH MY GOSH
MITCHELL
Oh by we need to have a talk
skin bitch
She like to give me braids
Saved her contact under nerd
All she do is give me brain
And my bitch, she love to flirt
Flexin', uh, yeah
Flexin'
come out, them lil' niggas throwin ' fours now
And you know, Peezo, that my brother, we move this shit by pound
And we get this shit just by the bow,
come out, them lil' niggas throwin ' fours now
And you know, Peezo, that my brother, we move this shit by pound
And we get this shit just by the bow,
digging your feng shui
How's life in LA?
How's the weather? Okay
You look better with braids, in the house burning sage
You look better with age by 27, you
a braid
Wanted to spend life together, but was hit by a train
Yeah she draining me
That shit just blasphemy
This is my strategy
Fuck all the agony
Yeah I'm
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
bought the thunder
Rocking fresh braids or a soul fro
This brother goes by Patty Honcho
It's Patty
Time to get in the mood
My nigga you cannot tell me you
of our shoes
Reveal all their holes
Times of peace
In the stories we're told
But there's a
A deeper crease
In the stone
In the stone, a path
Worn by mental
naughty, naughty
The way they took me down like a forty, forty
One in the bed and one in the chair
One might suck my toes while one braid my hair
In
through the brain
The manic depressive goes insane
Goin' wild
Goin' wild
Desperate anger hits the streets
By the foul smelling river by the meat
shadow is wearing expensive cologne
Pigtails and dookie braids
Cabinet full of Kool-Aid
I'm ghetto as fuck and my pedal is up
But I'm gassing on all of you
to have a bitch that was true to life to me
Damn near a wife to me
The bitch was just right for me
Stood by my side
Used to help me wit my hustle
Down
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
edge fade cover up the
(Ver) 'sace braids (braids)
Neon lights rave fifty grand
On the razor blade
Cut so precise, princess cuts on the white
(white)
run a thug get low down
You don't want to get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody
once you see the braids and skully
Cuttin' that throat when
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