Lyrics:
to the fact you got caught up in a street sweepin
No hesitation, you layin a stank
C-Murder will kill for any TRU soldier wearin a tank
We stick together
young for the rest of our lives
I don't really care about those storm clouds brewing
Oh, as long as you're here by my side
Oh, we'll be young, oh
shatter the glass
Itching to stitch up the rat in the pack
I do it for the game not a pat on the back
Got a sitcom album cause we laugh at your tracks
You
me
I will drown you in your sorrow
Do not be expecting for shit you can't even borrow
Probably my album won't make that million pounds
Maybe by most
the job you have, then what do you do it for?
The cure to pain isn't something you buy at liquor stores, nah
The real you is not defined by the size
The sweetest taboo you practice
The sweetest juice that I have sip
I was raised by the Sycamore tree
I was told not to bite every apple I see
But somehow
of
No you won't have no worries
So long as I'm around
Ain't no hurry we got time girl we can slow it down
And simply savor the moment
I'll always have
shots, I'm like nigga don't tempt me
I seen what you make, yeah them shows sold out
But you doing clubs and I'm doing like all out, things
Why the hell he
heard, you cowards was havin' sex with the same sex (uh)
I show no love
Empty out, and throw more
How you gonna explain bonin' a man?
Even if we squash
no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'
You gon' have to leave
I fucked up the game, stay with
and you too will be sold
It's called "le freak," they're doing it night and day
Allow us, we'll show you the way
Ah, freak out
Le freak, c'est Chic
You wanted control, so we waited
I put on a show, now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this
Take me by
a little mutt
I’m a pure steed
I’mma clutch
You gon’ fold
I’mma show you niggas who is cold
I know niggas
With a tool
That I cannot
Speak about
I got bitches
it only takes a moment
Meeting you was struck by lightning
And this pain, I've got to own it
While your shadow will not leave me
I've got a light
isn't through yet
I thought I told u ill be back baby what don't you get
I gave you everything you have baby what don't you get
I made a way for you
Take a second to look back on what you have achieved,
Took us all by surprise we would've never believed a kid like you to find the confidence within
the club, sippin' gold bottles
Them double Cs, you know my hoes got 'em
You don't get credit for bodies, you told 'bout 'em
Pussy 'lil nigga, "Big Gotti"
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys
They said they got two keys for us, openers
Pure cocaine, you
(Fast)
You know I'm balling, of course (Of course)
No, I can't show no remorse (Right)
Yeah it's easy, you don't gotta force
(Oh no)
Oh we met by just
they're doing it night and day
Allow us, we'll show you the way
Ah, freak out! Le freak, c'est Chic
All that pressure got you down
Has your head
bruh
Why they wanna beef, they need to worry 'bout some clothes
You gon' get your ass popped, for tryna front in front these ho's
I got him two for
for is some effort
You gotta show me, show me that you care
The only one who puts the most effort in never wants to see me in person
We never talk about
a magician
Have my dick disappear in your exes orifice
Oh, is this not the place or time fuck your thoughts
I got hoes from shows
I got dough for dough
I go
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