Lyrics:
never see you again
Funny when i had you there by my side
Now im glad that it ended for real
I know that i tried
Now im getting props on the daily
Just
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Who gonn save my soul
Save my soul (daddy)
Is you gonn save my soul?
No
Ight den what the fuck you talking yo me for man?
You can't do shit for me
you, no, it ain't happening (woo)
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
you, no, it ain't happening (woo)
This rap game, this rap game
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
soul, full of kindness and heart
I'm forever your whitebox, forever your whitebox
You are meant for many things
Just to give up at the ends, really
was to blame
Know this road ain't easy, but I still hopped up in this lane
They can't play with Teezy cause he the heart of the gang
Tell me how you
Hey, lady, can I say something to you for a minute?
Please? No, Now before you take your coat off, That's it
I got something to tell you
See, what I
told you I could not
Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Hotter than a coal ow, I been tryna hold out
Gotta give 'em soul now
Yeah
Tell me what you got, tell me what you got
Tell me what you got, tell me what you
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
Harlem Week to Queens Day
Performing acapella, no dj
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again,
Harlem Week to Queens Day
Performing acapella, no dj
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them
a while
You can describe my sound
Clear the way
For the prophets of rage
(Power of the people say)
I rang ya bell
Can you tell I got feelin'
Just
Maybe music ain't the thing for me
Ion really feel like myself
Wondering if I really love it
Or if I'm in it for the wealth
Real music ain't
I get down, Five
And you knowin' how I roll
Ha, and tell that nigga I say
"Thank you, for tellin' me save my money, now I'm strong"
I got
to know that
You believe yeah, say one more time
You, I would die for you
'Cause with your hand in my hand
And a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's
to know that
You believe yeah, say one more time
You, I would die for you
'Cause with your hand in my hand
And a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
rocking acapella before this
Because I know that rapping in Iran is lawless
Ahh shit you know me though, anything for the people
The clapping kind
soul
Really on a milli
But know I'll never sell my soul
Just play your role
The truth unfolds
So time will tell
Pray we make it out this hell
Really
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
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