Lyrics:
Now five.
will she ever go to sleep?
In a zone, she gets down
All alone,
but she can hold her own
By far,
she's a head above it all
But she'll never
looking out for me, I love you too
But I'm so not letting this time go off I'll do His will
So be patient, it's just a little amount of time
Bro step out,
I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I
and pushed
Talkin' that junk like you had Black Bart at your back
Come to battle me and you get smacked hard as you act
When I rep-a-resent it, and will
get it
Smith and Wesson Armageddon
Too many cars and clothes jewels and hoes
Ski mask camo bottomless ammo
Check, planes and cocaine love from
fast, it'll jerk your body
And we smokin' that Cali dro, totin' that Calico
Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll
No one will never know, what
Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this
will outrun you
A war that no man has ever been safe from
A war that you cannot run from
Hide or it will take what you need to endure
Your fate will
Dick-tricks, go round and round
Grip it with your pussy, go up and down
I got her callin' my name out when I'm freakin' out
I bust a nut, and then I'm
I'm on a journey securing the bag
It might take a while but then I will be back
I'm stiff as a neck so I'm turning back
Going straightforward I'm never
specific, I may die one day
But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic
It's a certain special skill, that takes much practice
I got it good, apparently
payment moves, you shot out like it's Smith & Wesson
Nami, N-Nami, N-Nami, mami, why you straight finessin?
Nami, N-Nami, N-Nami, mami, girl you stay
freakin’ could
Cause you look so freakin’ good
Prechorus : On the first of February at five fifty five
Our love took flight, it’s far from friend zone
drinkin' Bacardi, and she pops her body, don't you hurt nobody
Got my killers in here, they'll squirt somebody, but that Benz so fast, it'll jerk your body
I won't, bet I will
But still, it ain't no fun
If the homies can't get a piece of it
Weed brownies in the oven
By the time she was buzzin'
We was
rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm
We Fallin that freakin motivations
Everyday every night
That's makes us a dull night or even dark
Or the one that's made it to the abyss
Their
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
Began to encounter, with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
By the selections
Some use pipes (oh,
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
to ruins
Doesn't matter what planet you're from
Cuz it will not last for long
We must attack when they come
Back from black space
Or the Reapers will have
the DJ's will be freakin
Without a doubt because everyone is unique-and
The way they cut the records, and be talkin
It sound doo doo EXTRA CRAZY DEF
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky b**** fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin
ever did that
I think I'd have a heart attack
Neon Lights
Be still, my heart, 'cause it's freakin' out
It's freakin' out right now
Shining like stars
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