Lyrics:
things too
So I'll catch you on the weekend
Mondays through Fridays out, I'll see you then
A W-E-E-K and a E-N-D
And a L-O-V-E we were meant to be
for my nigga D.R.O.
That's T.I.D.
S.M.F. deep as the name
Come see my leagues
R.E.M. through da nightmares
But where's my dreams
I try stay P.O.S.
But
D.F.F. ekipa napada, propada, plan ti, rimama kompoziram
Pamti, da rokamo mikrofon cek, pa m
E zapamti Stranac, bosanac i dam ti, znanje upamti
Ils, des
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin
The object of the game is just to stay
Royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut
Got niggas settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
man
L-O-V-E
L-O-V
L-O-V
L-O-V-E
(I just want you to love me for real)
L-O-V-E
L-O-V
L-O-V
L-O-V-E
(I just want you to love me for real)
L-O-V-E
L-O-V
song, and I still went platinum
Fruit Loop silly, candy painted flav. cars
You are a prisoner behind these 8 bars
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
[Bun B]
Oh,
the D-O to the see and growing like a tree and
Causing much destruction cause I'm crushing
Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing
Hard like a criminal,
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
pijamm ro cap
Si v pisciamm ind o cranij
T capit campania gravid grav m
Staij uardann o stat d’anim
In pratic magica a’iena ind o
Batti’t parit e bradi’p
V a c i l o s não perdoam negros
Boto no copo isso tudo
E eu recheio essa B l u n t com crema
Tapa
Tapa
Prada e Chanel
Minha vez
Deita e
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
Tipo A l a d d i n
Atraindo esse d i n
Tipo A l a d d i n atraindo isso pra mim
Tipo A l a d d i n produção do V e r d e l e a n
Negro eu t o
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
And you can have a listen after that and this and
D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission
From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than
The normal man
Nga-naffe-tukuba-siliki
Mubudde-e-kiro-eyo
Bad-by-blood
N-o-t-r-e-l-a-t-i-o-n
With-the-ladies-i-bring
O-v-u-l-a-t-i-o-n
Your-favorite-rapper-cannot
C-o-m-p-e-t-i-t-i-o
CAKE
M A R Y H O W C O U L D Y O U B E S O C R U E L T O M E M Y L O V E
They see I'm holding niggas hating throwing flags
No matter what they
I'm feeling you
Roses are red violets are blue
L.o.v.e. I love you
Here's a box of chocolates just for you
I hope you feeling me like I'm feeling
the D-O to the see and growing like a tree and
Causing much destruction cause I'm crushing
Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing
Hard like a criminal,
l-o-v-e-r
Verse 1:
I see you lookin
You starin hard
You know I want you
Come by the bar
Lets hit this liqour
Get what you want
You know you wanna
Get up
never wanted beef
I know these streets with my eyes closed
So my worst fear is to die slow lie low
'cause in '05 you flipped the five-o
And I know,
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
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