Lyrics:
bitch talk to me, c`mon!
[Product G&B]
When you`re living your life (when you`re living your life)
You gotta survive .. (you gotta survive)
There`s
we lived here by ourself!
[HMSS] What?!
[Girl]
Wash these dishes, take this trash out
Do my homework (I'ma stepdaddy girl) then I pass out (a
to lie in
Talk to your body, full moon psychic scribing
Since you still living
You think that I might be lying?
Kamachi! JuJu Mob! Pharaoh!
My death choir,
a little bit, c'mon)
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' for more
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never
the locks, but I´m in here still
You were here yesterday, today you left
A neighbor came to the door, but I wasn´t dressed
Talk radio, bad news all over
you be my girlfriend, Girlfriend
We hit the mall buyin' up all the Nike suits
I'm being pampered while I'm chilling by the pool
From the show
-A- to Cashville, G-Unit, G's up
And we talk to much heat to eva-eva freeze up (Holla!)
Keep a hammer on my waist, a banana on tha cake
I'm just happy
send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him
C'mon, you son of a bitch
Damn, he's slick
No love for snitch niggas trying
[obie]
You're hurtin urself person
Its bad, its bad for you
C'mon!
Elementary school is out!
Its what the freak I'm talking about man!
Detroit city my
I go by the name Toby Thugger and I’m the Life of The Party
Sceed Barms, I’m the King of Vibes
Turn up the party
Turn the vibe
Turn up
I'ma tear you apart tendon by tendon
This shit's embarrassing I was in a situation
I felt like I was perishing I wasn't even
Looking for you but then you
Getting this money I’m styling
Everybody wanna fuck with my gang I told them to chill and cmon be honest
2 shots if we aim it’s a promise
I’ll stop
a forest just like a museum where the leaves are priceless antiques
Memorabilia from a century kidnapped by grief
Rat rider!
C'mon, rat rider!
Those chariots
wanted to listen to
Whitney Houston all the time
And I said to him: Hey c'mon, U
lose your energy. Why
don't U wanna try something
different, instead
Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm
on repeating em I
Know I'm smarter than it (real talk)
Hearing they tapes man most
Of these niggas beneath
Me they gotta come harder than that (yea)
Crafty
in a church to a circus of freaks
We the last ones to lay down, first on our feet
So stay down or get hurt by what lurks in the deep
Free the perps
killer
(Serial killer)
One by one,
They all fall down
Angels' wings are on us now
So run, and run
But there's no escaping sound
C'mon, and take
stronga' (what what? Yeah)
A little longer to a performa'
I said I grew stronga'
Yo! (Yo, c'mon, yeah)
Back to where I should have always stayed
I'll
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