Lyrics:
hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's nothing wrong with loving who you are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe"
go down in hell
Family lessons every day
From my parents
I can't use the South African accent
People love you, but they just pretend
Sometimes, it's
(It's gross!)
Give me the loot and I'll dash
We in that Jag and it's fast
Pass me the cash
Jagged edge of my past
But we past that
Only show love if
it's a video dream
Watch the preacher man work the T.V. screen
He'll take your money, love and promise everything
Ain't no shortcut to salvation
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Told me your love was the best
At the critical moment proved-impotent
Bitch you guessed it, seen it coming
When I stuck my thumb in
Simultaneously
you can't sustain the rain
Don't play with my trust
If you want this love to last
Don't act like your heart isn't vital
Every lie we attack
Is a chance
and the mess hall
That's why I address y'all
Express all Big Dogg with no flaws
Yiggy yes yall touch y'all from up above
Show big love
When I look you in your
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
wants to scalp and skull fuck)
Until you can't think anymore, once he gets you he knows you're stuck and he's gonna make you his whore, the evil Satan
on Rice street
Now that i'm leaving, i'm on go
All of my lights are green
This ain't no Boys 2 men
This more like Jagged Edge
It's a blessing you reach age
No he can't
Yes she can't
But I will
No he can't
Yes she can't
But I will
Que made the beat by the way
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But I will
Suburban
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
sublime until I am high
You can't tell a man what he can't try
Watch the faith of a mustard seed expand in size
I'm the shit, but at least he can't fly
to the edge
Cha cha cha you love to dance
But you maintain you're not romantic
Bla bla bla you love to talk
But I'm still out here stranded
La la la
you daddy)
Work it for you daddy
All nite
Leather boy makes the metal scene
He wanna party with the band
Have the hot chicks scream
Man it's a video
a berry
If the feds get his ass he gone tell, he a fairy
Think I'm Jagged Edge, she said Chase let's get married
Can't have me to yourself, sorry ma gotta
the sun
As you're gathering dust
Ancient dragons and the cicadas come
The edges jagged as you're coming undone
On the white soft feathers of your bed
actions
I just be in the studio tryna make it happen
I can't help it people love it when a nigga rapping
I just keep people on edge I ain't talking jagged
a week I mad a big bag
White boy seen my video and said that shit rad
Lowkey im really top dog yall niggas middle class
Stop claiming you a man with yo
smoking on the ganja
Finally knows he's wack animshayel izandla
All the way from the back and now I'm leading the pack
This shit is so fucking raw you can't
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
of these games
I never fall behind
I mean just let her tell you herself
I'm one of a kind!
I love how he plays
I love how he moves
I love how he makes
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