Lyrics:
me the torch before I get to (wooo)
Money dreams, it was not so big
Go to the store, purchase
Don't care if not so cheap
Not so sweet, the past
Covered up by pouring cement
He was banging had no teammates
Boss baby u need to get your bread up
I zigzagging like Max Payne
catching head shots
She
a girl with a weave's got a trick up her sleeve
My wallet's so fat, had to put it on a diet
A sucka said run it and I said don't try it
He thought I was
a friend of my old man
He came by every couple of months or so
With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash
Have a couple of drinks and he would go
He
Can I dig ya on the D-L
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be real
Time for some action
I'm one of those niggas that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's
go blind jerking off to the eclipse,
The sun was pulling cheap shots doing commercial body tricks,
Behind the back,
Under the leg,
I think he even
right?
Holding on in the hurt, poison
Them emotional scars
And locked doors that shouldn't be open
The lines is too thin like coke and cheap gin
Like
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
Burgle your pensions, that's the Tories
Work til you're dead son, that's the Tories
Weak unions, that's the Tories
Cheap schooling, that's the Tories
No
on purple keef
No cheap shit high day
High day order-crack-online day
Smoke coke and choke a bitch
Cuz she be speakin'
Smokin' me smokin' some cRACK
Smokin'
on purple keef
No cheap shit high day
High day order-crack-online day
Smoke coke and choke a bitch
Cuz she be speakin'
Smokin' me smokin' some cRACK
Smokin'
niggas is so cheap with no heat
Still be calling shots like Mo Cheeks
You so weak, so sweet
N' you don't shoot yo' heat
My yayo go cheap, I don't get no
Guess it's cool
So into you
Like Fab and Tamia
Might do a four page verse
That's word to Aaliyah
For me that's a cheap thrill
Like that song by sia
My
of the reefer
I get em' both for the cheap
Can't fuck with no nigga that's weak
Cant put no trust in no freak
All of my nigga they street
We pulling up with
hard I might switch back to pagers
Had to remind ha my time ain't cheap
Should make a couple thousand errrtime I speak
For the F on my 4 ima ride past E
back and tell his Dee Jay
He say she say
These days I say
Mo tricks less treats
Know some people stuck in the PJs
Appropriate cause they all sleep
Yes
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Last time I checked she ain’t finish her plate [00.32.02-00.33.22]
Last time I heard she was down with a loser at a bar looking cheap guess it has
cheap! Hella bank
Don't sleep to the point I don't like going on dates
Unless she breaking half the bread for the plate
The rules don't make sense, you
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Last time I checked she ain’t finish her plate [00.32.02-00.33.22]
Last time I heard she was down with a loser at a bar looking cheap guess it has
a bonus
A year went by so I gave up waiting
Moved in with Johnny's sister
A German call girl with a wooden leg
Specialising in one-legged tricks
He
to the head for a cheap thrill
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
Boogyin' with
I thought I needed redemption but I let that thought go
I guess, I'll cut my losses and turn my tricks at the magic show
You spin your wheels through
Written by Rick Nielsen & Tom Petersson
Originally performed by Cheap Trick
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
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