Lyrics:
looking
Like Ronda Rousey
While she getting finished
I'm just chilling
Tryna write like Mya
Still Inspired
Best of me
We haven't seen it
So how I could give
soft,
He better get it on up, and break me off,
Some body fly high, who's 6'5,
who's shy that's the kind of man I need because I'm free.
Single,
we do it, they said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Get a brick
Bust a bitch
Hustle zips and we mobbin
Make a bitch
Take a trip
Set up tricks and we
can't get over you
Baby you stay on my mind
Each and every fucking time
Baby girl I swear I'm
I'm always
Always in my feels
And it's cause of you
And it's
soft,
He better get it on up, and break me off,
Some body fly high, who's 6'5,
who's shy that's the kind of man I need because I'm free.
Single,
soft,
He better get it on up, and break me off,
Some body fly high, who's 6'5,
who's shy that's the kind of man I need because I'm free.
Single,
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed,
mya-self Via-ce Prez, I'll belt
Rappers that lie to get by and get fried and left by their self scientists
Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
Yo it's plain to see, you can't (cuban) change me,
'Cause I'ma be a player for life,(what you got for me)
Yo it's plain to see (so come and get with
Cause them times when i no get sika
You dey by my side
Oh na na na na
Eeeeey my baby o
Ooooohh sweetie o
Eeeyyyy my lady o
Oh na na na, body
right, yeah (Oou, Yeah)
She get me right
Uh, uh (Gang)
Posted with my brothas
We just right here by the corner store, yeah
Got some dope on me
I got my
light a candle show you you can handle
Anything that takes your breath away
So don't you be nervous
We are still in service
By your head, it might be time
goes
I'm shallow for now, but wait a second, it gets deeper
I'm through cryin over her cause after this shit I want neither
I'm off the meter totin
her anything. Just get her here. I
want to see the Slayer burn.
SWEET
Now we're partyin'.
That's what it's all about.
Ughh
Gimme some
Ughh
Yeah yeah yeah heh
Ughh
Get sticky wit it
Ughh
Get your name back
Not that
Ughh
Nigga want to lay up on my
soon, they should've listened then
I was in my tt Mya at basement, tryna get it in
I gotta move away from my fam, they just don't see what I see
I think
the stones
I never thought that I would play this role
But I don't need to get diamonds from Cole
I'm still digging
I'm just trynna get over it
I had a few
would go back
But I really couldn't press the button fast enough
Pass the stuff
Yeah
Told it all to my old girlfriend
And if she cant get in
Guess she
into a product of environment
Watched my mother cry and I got tired of it
Yeah I robbed a n**** I ain't proud of it
But I gotta get it from the ground we
scraps tonight
I shall kill them one by one
And feed their corpses to the sun
When the demonsâ?¦the demons of myâ?¦mind
Come to claw for table scraps
Hummers
Stackin' them chips and let them
Tricks get nothing from us
I'm wit' Kurupt, in LA, you know
My main homie readin' books by thugs
It's like Monster
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed,
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