Lyrics:
That's right hoe
Spazzed so much I think I got a migraine
I'm too tight mayne, well that's my blame
Just trying to blow up in this timeframe
I only get one
the bows up
Lets take a trip to Tennessee
Told em don't hit my line I need a Kobe for a P
I ain't making bitch please don't play don't play no Jodeci
I need
today, aye
(Woah woah dishmaya bisiayata dishmaya)
Woah woah dishmaya bisiayata dishmaya
(All sevens no sixes rest easy get some shut eye)
Woke up
Kush smoke in my lungs
Tattoos on my neck and on my arms
I can tell by the way she look, huh-huh, she want some
She ask me what's my name,
grandfather's father
'Te I know it gotta hurt a man they stand by the slaughter
Oughta be locked away when I rock this way
Get rocked on the airwaves but not
bright open up your life
Let me swim with your feelings
I love y'all to death get married to my song
I prolong nigga my style is real strong
The wounds we licked and losses inflicted
Drifted off in the distance
And battle scars lifted
If history is told by the victor
Rip the old script up
frozen
He locked up
My nigga locked up
This plastic imma get it just so he can free up yeah yeah
And I ain't satisfied until it's done
As I'm blowing up
cheat, gotta steal
Gotta kill just to get by
I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies
Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride
of a ones
Bitch I'm the shit I cannot be plunged
I got a bitch looking like Mulan
I got a plug get it in by the ton
Aye
And we just be poppin that big shit
I
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green
How do you do? Welcome
I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
we take a different route
Niggas be playin', I'm sellin' shit by the pound
Shawty a freak, and she listen to Jodeci
See me in public, I know that she
Goodbye sunlight
Hello dark skies
You’re the only one that I can synchronize
You’re the only one to get me thru the night
Drive by west side
With
alright
Still I do right
By the fam
By the guys
I promise I'm a get me mine
Everyone else best get in line
And I'm talking behind
Up next
Can't deny it's my
in this bitch
Nothing but fuck
So we fucked all this room on this bed
When it was over she went home and left me lonely
Yeah
Roll up a fatty lets get
think I swerved the lane
Wait, hold up, matter a' fact, I really went and shook the game
Niggas bum in real life, lames
LP every fucking thang
Bitch think
to get into some shyt boi
I'm tryna fuck shyt up
Just got that cash back
Like a fresh cash app
Run that bread
Or get ur head slapped
This that just getting
huh
I don't want this pregnant talk to get back to my mother
Shit! I just can't believe it
I thought me and this lady had came to a mutual agreement
ovaries
She screaming my name now I feel like I'm Jodeci
I'm tryna get lit so I popped me a perc
I just put this beat up in a hearse
If you play with me you
by the book guy
I'ma get the money by rook or crook like
I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air
Why you think it's mic' corn when they step
fucked on by the clergy
"The Marshall Mathers LP" blaring in my headphones
Walkin' down Gunnison Avenue while I head home
Rockin' on the couch? Yeah,
the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT
light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up
light, like Ben's kite I've been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Don't hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up
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