Lyrics:
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
importants que la beauté
Malheureusement on trouve des hypocrites de tous cotés
I do everything by myself I don't need anybody
B*tch just wear your clothes I
Inspired by the memories of niggas we won't see again
Me and Skinny back on a winning streak again
Things I felt for her shit I had to learn to keep it in
I
it is to be finally living
I cannot believe it I swear
7am I'm reading 'bout what Jesus 'bout
'Bout Jesus' bout with the wicked ones who snuffed
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do"
In 1970, David Peel's second album came
scratched but I don't got nails
Got my own truck but I want to drive trails
Plus I won a house in ATL and that depends on my sales
And I'm tryin' to get
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got
you spit is a comedy special
I put the Hart on the stage and I ask him
Do you decide what to say with a smile?
Ha
Seven, seven, seven, seven, seven
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
second album
One dozen melodies to listen
Include this number
Keeping in company
Well, hoping that this record sells
Singing by our wishing well
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me
Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
than were
Available the solution was the create
Extra ones by copying
The first four tracks to a
Second blank tape and
Simultaneously mixing some of them
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Department of Corrections
The new see-bo album "Till My Casket Drops" has lyrics that do just that plus
this one your about to hear
made all of my dreams come true
I toured the world, made platinum albums and I still stayed true
It's so much to catch up on now as I think out loud
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
I'm from Dade County
Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'm a be forever thuggin', baby)
305, it's my city
Yes, I'm from Dade County
Plus I'm fly, so I
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
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