Lyrics:
to you by my style alone
Clean and pretty
Perfect fitted
Never seen this shit before
Get ready like
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh
It’s so good
Got me up on this feelin’
I'm sitting here lonely like a broken man
I serve my time doin' the best I can
Walls and bars they surround me
But, I don't want no sympathy
No
out the top of your bridges
I wanna put you on a plate and suck you up with a biscuit
The twisted man on the job when you aint lovin her right
Perverted
chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
Comere boy sit booboo sit good dog
Ahh man I guess
U musta forgot every man gotta
Emotional side to em
Yeah
shorty got her own
Now all my ladies that don't need a man for nothin'
Except some of that good lovin'
Let me hear you say, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
love me?)
I've been held, closely by a stranger
We came to give love
To our die hearted real bitches
That stick through they man through
you're liking it here in montclair
But anything you've learned from abroad plz share
Never let an opportunity by ya
Yea I'm talkin to you my man Elijah
pass by I'm like damn
I wish I could see her again
I wish I could be her man
And I know she's my biggest fan
How you so precious with all them damn flaws
and reach for the sky
Fightin' to live, but we livin' to fight Runnin',
Tryin' to give, no one gives us a try
Fuck em', don't be surprised, man, we all from
a bank sell to the highest bid
Put the cash in your bank (what?)
Girl I'm lovin' your booty, you can "hoo" to my blow
Then fish but please honey child,
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come along
land
Call me the trigger man
Looki lookin' for the governor
Huh he ain't lovin' ya
But here to trouble ya
He's rubbin' ya wrong
Get the point come
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
nothin' much to say (DJ Holiday)
You know (I really hope y'all niggas payin' attention, man)
They know what the fuck it is, So Icey in the motherfuckin'
no handouts
These pussies know I’m the man now
I’m the stu I smoke by the pound
Lovin the music I’m finding my sound
Staying low gotta hide from
mind
Give her all my good lovin'
And I soothe her all the time
She sets my soul on fire
You can't make me fight her
Because I know, she's mine,
me 99 problems wit one hustle barely knot in my jeans
Started looking for wisdom and heard a wise man speak say a hustlers prayer and you gone find wat
But her girlfriends bi
So I still got my lick in like damn
I feel like the man I'm feelin goated
Money multiplying like mitosis
Ladies been lovin
always been
I just wanna cut my wins
Walk away and just cut my wins
Im not down to pretend again
Man im Crushin hearts like its always been
By myself no
flattop I'm gonna take you back
Retros with that face to match
Take a risk
Man I lace the kicks
'Cause' I walk on the crowd
Call it cloud surfing,
I'm
a tale
'Cause if he comes at me and then he wants to fight
See I'ma get the man good and I'ma get him right
See I'ma roll my barrel and keep the bullets
wants to fight
See I'mma get the man good and I'mma get him right
See I'mma roll my barrel and keep the bullets still
And when I shoot my shot, I'm
up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that chu' will ever see
There'll never be, another me
By the grace of God, ya lovin' me
Pause, do it to em'
a lonely man
From heartache's misery
I've been the victim of a hit and run affair
Run over by a careless love
Who never really cared
Urgently needed,
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