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the tree
Or the cute little movies on TV
It's all about Jesus and what he's done
About how God sent his only son, for you and me
So let's rejoice and praise
If you knew how many nights
I've been sitting by your bed
Running fingers through your hair
While you're asleep.
Every time I call your name
out
Low key fit black label if you know fashion you know my shit smacking walked
Up gave some Jacksons for all that ass she packing kept it moving in
the backyard/imma soldier/ call me sarge
if my aunt Rebecca put up her house/ imma be back ta hunting about
we gotta bogard the day/ get that pay day/ Walmart no
Yeah, aye K-MAC, what's up
Niqqo Da Vet y'all
Da vet creations
Uh, congratulations man
Feel like it's God's plan
I come from out of this world, call
bottle of that crown watch a nigga bust a move
Like I know Kung fu...call me Dutch noris
Why yo bitch textin me talkin bout how you boring
I ain't
oh no no no
I gotta save the game by myself
VS stones, hope that they dont melt
Designer brands, dont how its spelt, Mmmm
No kizzy, no cap, yeah
No
Launchin' it like Kurt Warner
Low key like Mr. Joyner
Its the chorus
Rosy like a florist
Nosy like a tourist
Find me in my outhouse by myself they kicked me
they gon call me a well
I'm at top
I get the guap
30 gon' pop
That n***a drop
Beat made by Wap
She on my cock
Snap, crackle , pop
N***a you soft
Yea, I
bring the moment, time to show me what you mean, I see the scene as it is, then get opportune for bizness
Im plannin night scapes, kickin the game, that's
to pop out if its for occasions
Roll it up
Roll it up
Put that shit in rotation
Bad bitch she don't behave but her vibe is amazing
For my money I come
to the bedroom
The other nigga told me y'all gon be dead soon
If you don't tell me where the cash and the work at
I told him in the garage, in that ole white
He got hit in his knee now he duckin for trees
Like what's up nigga don't run up on me
He got left by his man's now his ass is deceased
Don't end
Yeah, you made bail boy
You need to stay your ass up out of trouble
Don't let me catch you back up in here man
Smoking on all them reefers
Hopefully them fuckers won't come back
Cause you'll never get your gun back
And you'll be dodgin bullets by the mornin sun crack
4 a.m I'm smoken weed
If you knew how many nights
I´ve been sitting by your bed
Running fingers through your hair
While you´re asleep
Every time I call your name
Or softly
don't call
know my mind seesaws
in backbeat time i understand
the joker and the ace and how to play my hand
and when the lion does roar i creep on by
Ooo yeah, Key fob and then I'm gone
Push to start up on the whip and tell ya girl to come along (Ooo)
Imma throw it like Deshaun, situation way too
of body
You a hater you my seed that's why you call me poppy
Bitch I don't want toppy if a bitch ain't sloppy with it copy
Got a fucking problem fix it for
there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance, gonna be okay (oh) da da
at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance, gonna be okay (oh) da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance
see that you got so much energy
The way you twirling up them hips 'round and 'round
And there is no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In
there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance, gonna be okay (oh) da da
with me
In the mean time stay let me watch you break it down
Just dance!
Gonna be okay
Dada doo doot-n
Just dance!
Spin that record babe
Da da
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