Lyrics:
you've been crying instead
Feel like you're drowning, lying in bed
Feeling so heavy, going deep this time, deep this time
Looking at 40, acting like
If you're feeling kind of froggy and you jump you get dissected
Oh dear, I can't believe that I had to set this shit straight, man
Old ears, I hope
the club, tainted by some lust
Shawty with the shits and that's enough
Pussy poppin' then she give it up
A gentleman, but she like it rough
Feeling like
I want them stocks all by my name
White bitch good top love to give brain
Eliantte 40 pointers in your face
Your ass Get whacked keep playing with my
by the time
They radio for the dogs i crossed heart
Can't tell a bad day from a death wish
Detour through the graveyard with
A chef's kiss
They don't
Sorry that you think I’m all bad like Stalin
Sorry all I care about is chasing that Guala
Sorry that your main man cheated with Sasha
Shoulda known
and spins 'round
And with one good shot, just one good shot
He brings that villain right down
In true "Hour Western" manner
Bad, bad news, he was bad, bad
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob
Need a blow-job my model, get a model for the job
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga
Words and music by Woody Guthrie
While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.
I was born working
(treesh, treesh)[01:03.41]Fuck her good in my white tee, my life's a movie like Spike Lee (like Spike)[01:06.78]See, a nigga like me, move like a ghost,
blind[00:43.81]Love when they in a bind[00:47.67]Dressed like I a vampire[00:48.99]Place feeling like a empire[00:50.77]Burn it like some hellfire[00:54
ball
Get dough or die, they where you need it ho
Though how the streets talkin you
A dead man walkin and I just bought a Louie
Belt to hold that 40
If
Of having you by my side
And then it all disappear
Just know I’ll always be here
Even when its bad man its good its so good
(so good so good so good)
Even
Like a butcher
At the store store
I Pulled up wit a bad ho I think she 5'4
Walkin wit bag ho
All cash ho
The plays ran well joe What bammas mad for Grind
feeling heavy
Like a million tons
Breaths getting shorter for the man who runs
Please let him get home
There's a light ahead
I'll pay you good for a bed
I
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
the mic, and listen to this shit man
I said stroke 40 guys, and 2 big fags
Babies all on my teeth
You can go in my jaw, grab them balls
Stroke that BBC
Put
see me in public, no photos, man
I need some privacy please
Good girl, she just sat on my face
Now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak
Bad, bad
on
I'm not gonna lie man that pussy be heaven
She getting more gas than a 7-Eleven
She's a heart breaker she got 40 bodies she aint got no feeling her
and the feeling's like a drug
When I'm at the spot man, imma I go and crush
But I don't make good choices when I'm feeling buzzed
Now I'm feeling buzzed
Now I'm
my dog, man that nigga locked in the kennel
I be up in the night, like I'm Jimmy Kimmel
Told that hoe to get up out her feelings
I'm not giving you
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