Lyrics:
why I keep on, by another faults
I come so late she be calling me
My lady all alone girl I know you stressing
Just stay strong and don't lose hope
I
Who know what that boy gon' do first week
But that boy good they say that boy good
That L-O-G-IC I bring it back again
I gotta attack again
The second I
I see it on my face, right
I got all these questions in my mind
I'm feeling so high, I'm letting go
I could fly, I'm going to get mine
But first I
New York City actresses ("Rat Pack niggas")
I broke in the game and
Destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages
gasoline
Hands are dirty, kept it sturdy like I had a team
Dolo in this bitch, lettin' 30 out the magazine
First 48 ya, I'ma Norman Bates ya
Scorch and bake
five,
I seen more classic hoes
Huh
Than David Ruffin,
Back then, remember the time,
When MJ was trouble, I meant MJ
In 85', first triple double
The hood
What do you know 'bout the pain of not seeing his daughter open her first prezzys on christmas
It will make my day when I see you, you'll make my day
Express preschool me
My first recollection of the post office be
The mailman bringing
Them Christmas catalogs
And up through the years they were always
a coffin
Merry Christmas, I know this life is a gift
Countin' my blessings, but I'm feelin' the effects of the curse
It got worse, July of 07 I was the first
When winter's shadowy fingers
First pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie
About the cold around your feet
Do you spare
Watch me everyone
Take a look at me
A see how easily it's done
I'm flying!
CHILDREN:
Oh, teach us Peter, please, teach us!
PETER PAN:
First I must blow
Nature's left me right in the lurch
This is my routine: first I ponder and peck
I look in the mirror and I shit on the deck
I try to fly, I bang my head
I
remind me how I ruined Christmas
Guatemalan bitch up in my DM
And she gon' keep on sayin' that I'm gifted
Model bitches gave me all the lip gloss
Every
was born
On that first Christmas morn
You led three kings to Bethlehem
And you still lead us to Him
'Cause you're the light of love and peace
the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! Gordon's Gin
and the power, money and the power
A organization of bosses wit money and the power
[Verse 2]
Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it
Push ya
they get to run and play
The last thing I need is, to be facing another case
Trying to get the first worm, waking up before day
You standing
Your very first date was at the speedway track
It's time to face the fact you're a rev head
If you love Peter Brock you're a rev head
If you've ever
Driving through your childhood, and all the stories that you've told me since we first met. I get the feeling that you're forgetting to tell me what
Fuck around and just get
Your whole earth mangled
You be the first strangled
I come to your show
Beat you down and then kill
It at your merch table
You
and T-Love
Summon old tablets when I burst a verse
I don't know if it's a blessing
Or somewhat of a curse
Before I spit I get the money first
Rarely do I
the second coming
I apologize for the destruct and decay
That was brought upon by my Liberace key play
Twist metaphors to avoid sounding cliche
Nancy Reagan
F-F-F-First off, skirt off in a Benz
I don't really need a friend
I ain't followin' a trend, all these other boys dead
She said she will never be the Barbie
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