Lyrics:
Ain't that crazy?
Will Robinson
That's danger
So nostalgic
Going off like my dad's pager
No Jedi or Sith,
Get hit with the black saber
And I make her give
up, black? give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who
TGOD, that's how we live it up
For some real niggas, yeah you gotta give it up
It's like a joy stick, yeah my niggas play us too
Do or die, I be
of nothing
Always standing on her soapbox to say something
And I realize damn...he was right
Everything that he said I’d be, I am
Written By: Angel Hart
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sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Take this opportunity to roll up
Locate your lighters
Laced, David Robinson's wiling my consents
Mad black paint polish rims
Fuck you said I
He's in his prime
Met her online
It's a hop a skip a jump to the arcade they call McCool's
Goes there cause it's cheep
Gives a couple quarters to his
loosely
Smokey Robinson since the young king cruising
Straight to the top with it I'm about to get
Ground Zero's polar opposite
Is it the Tokyo or Paris I
hit my mind baby
Smokey see it in my eyes
Maybe
If you come back I might give you my baby’s
I been stressing a lot up in my mind lately
I been thinking
too tact, we switching up the trappy
They say laptops, we just call 'em lappys, like
Huh
I been off the net, I can't give 'em my addy
I payed 'em no
ever comes back
I'll give my life away
If you ever see a dark cloud
A-rollin' in the sky
It's my woman gone to heaven
With a tear drop in her eye
buzz, slide up to the fuzz
Sayin "Officer, run your shotty before I catch this body"
I knew this nigga Smokey, sorta like his pistol
Barrel when you're in
there
By a barracuda that caught me on my ankle
Just wanna charge my car up
With my flower juice
With my flower juice
With my flower juice
With my flower
Forrest Gump, ay
I see everyone run off that field get lock off when I'm up front, ay
Don't try approach me, hazard and smokey, don't be dumb, ay
beatin that box like i knock opponents
Know i slice it and dice it i cut it up
Put them legs up im fuckin her stomach up
Bet that dick make her lean like
Angel in my bed tonight angel in my bed tonight
Trying to get her halo right
Trying to get them wings to fly
Ride it like a mountain bike
Pretty
ever comes back
I'll give my life away
If you ever see a dark cloud
A-rollin' in the sky
It's my woman gone to heaven
With a tear drop in her eye
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
back on different topics
keep real, keep it honest
The topic is the profit
Feelin kosher,
Windows up, blowin hella doja
Smokey Robinson cause it ain’t
discovered music that I wasnt used to
I was used to gunshots gangbanging
And smokey Robinson david Ruffin and whitney Houston RIP aaliyah
Don't you blow my
Uh oh mamacita you can tell by my demeanour
I might be in trouble because i been kissin' up on Nina
Hello seniorita come bachata on my femur
Then
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
ever comes back
I'll give my life away
If you ever see a dark cloud
A-rollin' in the sky
It's my woman gone to heaven
With a tear drop in her eye
ever comes back
I'll give my life away
If you ever see a dark cloud
A-rollin' in the sky
It's my woman gone to heaven
With a tear drop in her eye
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