Lyrics:
all night long
And I know hundreds of songs and I'll just play them all
And when you sleep by yourself
You're not alone I'm with you
As long as we stay
And the bad days
And the mad days
The happy and the sad days
You've got me every day of my life
You've always got me
You've always got me by your side
You've
bout some money
Chill and take a sip of Purple Kool Aid
I ride by myself
People always hating
No one can be happy for the big things
Still they need my
in the bed of that truck
And a four speed on the floor
Five hundred dollars
It was mine all mine
And I never wanted nothing more
I took Katie
In fifty years will they talk about how bad it was or how good it turned out
Is this a sad song with some happy lines or is it the other way around
limped, but just the age I never saw in her eyes
I guess I shouldn't be surprised but it's the kinda thing that tends to slip by
I wanna say I didn't care
at?"
Drop and hit the floor, down where the rug at
Posted with the bros, made it out the store
Livin' by the code, I can't break down, I cannot erode
You're welcome
To step on by
One day, one day, one day, one day,
I might be the one to make you cry
Ha, Yeah
I'm sittin on swole
Dre and King Tee
It's been around for hundreds of years, exploited by the rich
They even use to put it in Coca-Cola, ain't that a bitch
You had kings, queens, princes
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
opowieść się nie skończy żadnym happy endem
Raczej nauką że nic nie jest wieczne
Pragnienia niebezpieczne nie można się załamać
Lepiej łyżeczką mała i byś
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
and make up
With your picture on my dash
A hundred times a day and
You still take me back
To a happy ever after in my
Mind of you and me
Oh, 'cause you can't
Depending on the moment I feel right
Feeling happy, feeling light, feeling like I could get by
Keep my room so spotless, like my head is thoughtless
Caught up
They trying to tell me they all hustlers that shit a joke
I ran it up by selling I wasn't happy broke
Now I got labels looking at me because I hit them
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped)
100K in my lap (my lap)
And I'm on that mud
a factory on ol' farmland
Producing lumber, woody wagons, and gliders by hand
Charcoal made from rough scrap wood
Red, hot briquettes, man, the grillin'
slnko padať na dol
Von dám pocity
Čo vo mne ukryté tak 100 rokov
Na tripe bejby
Odosobnime sa, žime v jednom
Aj keď som toxic
Na vonok ti dávam emotikon
understand that pimping ain't easy
I got money (got money)
I got cars (got cars)
Still fucking with them hood superstars (superstars)
Spend a hundred grand
understand that pimping ain't easy
I got money (got money)
I got cars (got cars)
Still fucking with them hood superstars (superstars)
Spend a hundred grand
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