Lyrics:
lookin' silly
And he kept askin' me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all done
And he kept askin' me, "What kinda car you drive?
I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup billfolds
From all them songs that y'all done made"
And I
me to come by today
And i barely give time away because I just don't know
Run it up you coming up
I done done it all you ain't done enough
I'm a top
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
But now I feel I got a chance to kind of make things up to you a little bit
Heh, enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
staying alive; That's enough for me
He tryna tempt me
But satan can't get no love from me
Keeping him away like COVID
He can't get no hug from me
Swat
too much to stomach
Maybe I haven't done enough i
Might be ashamed of that
For not doing enough for not
Giving enough for not being
More perceptive for
Thinking that they coming
Now he haunted by these visions
He knows that there's a dark, and a light
But he don't know the difference
He used to run around
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
(New plug)
I done re'd up
(Re'd up)
He my babe he call me mamacita
(Mamacita)
I was sleep
Now I'm hella woke
You was a creep
But on the low
I
woman if it passed you by
I done upgraded
Been around the world
I done touched paper
Gave them dueces to my ex
Neva loved haters
Side nigga
Just met him
he's done
Then he'll tell you his life story
But he won't stop until he's told you and everyone
Here's to waking up at night
Drunk and undressed by
enough coins to buy his way up outta slavery
Thinkin' just maybe, in my pursuit to make life so much better for me and my babies
I done betrayed the very
from the day ke belegwa
Even before ke le (Ha ra mme)
O swaka defeat you like Barker
Break your neck by only using ditlhaka
Spread enough to go (Ngwana
to the stairs after he fell, had to fuck him up
Now our homies separating us, sayin' we done enough
Before they done split us up, I kicked him straight up
it
Crazy enough; He chose to
Not by yo works
From the beginning He chose you
Look, you gotta believe it
Jesus is coming back
And, this is the season
bitter
I done came a long way from me breaking down swishers to breaking down scripture
My mama and my daddy got divorced when I was 3 Christ
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
And I have done enough when my dreams still come true
Running out of words I could use
And I have chugged all your potions of emotions and I wonder
If I
past
The things you've done
I know he's an easy meal
But you know you gotta ramble
You know that it's a big world
Just say it's done
And maybe out
'Cause you've been lettin' our love come second
And sometimes even third
Now, I've had enough and if you want that stuff
Hey, Santa's done give me
went this far
What's done is done, he'd got the prize and he'd spent his half
Of two dollars in change and a pension card
[Chorus:]
bitches turn thug, I seen Crips turn blood
What you bang now?
All the way on the westside with my chain out
I done seen some of the best die, keep my
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