Lyrics:
Was it real
Please just gotta let me know
How's it feel
When life spirals out of control
Am I here
Cause I'm in a different whole time zone I'm
vision 20/20 I just haven't missed yet
I been doing lotta thinking by my lonely
Stories aint adding up based on what you tellin me
Just know I'm onto
two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me
It's lil'
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
It's time to get heated (Yo, Biggie)
Where the homie Snoopy and shit nigga?
(Niggas trippin' all out, ya know I mean?)
Ayo, what's up Cuzz? Zuu Tribe!
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
is brought to you by Chad Roto
Yeah you wana waste my time
Yeah you wana hit my line
But you cannot press rewind
Cause I aint
Got no more time for you
She said she wanna fuck me with my uniform on
She grabbed me by the bat, now it's going, going, gone
I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out
the time piece flooded with chips?
You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist?
Or large amounts up in my bank account
You tell me you love me baby but
sad
When I reminisce like Maybe I don’t have as much time as I Realize
Always cared about what others Thought or how I’m recognized
When I was a baby I
, yeah
Ooh, don't say nothin', walk on by, yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
You didn't even try to understand, just where I was comin' from
No, no, baby
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
Ain't got time to fucking save her
I'm in the hyperbolic chamber
Bitch I'm going super saiyan
I've been doing me
Can't give a fuck about a hater
I’m killing it
Baby girl, I go love you till infinity
I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing it
How I’m feeling but I’m feeling good
No man is
como tu
Que me toque que me enciende a poca luz
West Side Homies en ritmo
And I'm with the thugs doing nothing but chilling
So baby come to daddy
by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey
a battle field baby ima finish you
What we doing?
We smoking all the time
Why we doing that?
Just So we can get high
What we doing?
We smoking all the time
or find the time to design a line
or phrase that pays, so you down in rhyme
I get busy from sun to sun
Only twenty-one, untouched by anyone
No one throws,
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
miss you)
I miss you, baby, I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you, miss you)
Without you I don't know what to do with myself, what to do with my time
touch
Shorty you're doing too much
This is the last time you will do this to me
I will not have it oh
I will send you back to Africa
Hold that thought I
Baby tani kofe wa to sope no
She no know say one day man go blow
Life na one by one not two by two
My padi no worry your time go show
Alaye double
you, miss you)
I miss you, baby, I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you, miss you)
Without you I don't know what to do with myself, what to do with my time
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