Lyrics:
but
I'm a person too!
Dad:Just give me the phone, moron... How you doin kiddo?
Good, dad...
You enjoyin your freedom?
Yeah...
Don't get anyone
outside
Mr. Sun, where did you go
Mr. Sun, I wish I could know
Mr. Sun, where did you go
Mr. Sun, I wish I could know
In the dark night sky, I can see
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
baby, find me baby
Closed eyes loves blind
I read your soul like it's brail
Mine til the end of time
Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Parker
How'd you get so fine
Mrs
like the minister
I'm here to analyze and capitalize
So you could realize I'm the big homie Snoop
Put me down so we go east side
Shit don't change
How many of the adults around you let you down
I could have died, but I'm still here
And for that, I'm grateful
But Judgement Day has come
The fakes
let a nigga hang 'round me if the fuck nigga hanging by a rope (that rope)
Call me Robbie two times, look at how I shoot knives
Damn lil' Rob, swear
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
Yeah
Not a boy cuz I turned to the man now
Took yo main chick cuz she love how I stand out
Giving out free swag, I love to give handouts
Finna blow
dad died
I could see it through the window he was flying through the sky
Looking down on you, proud of you
This is for Mr. Washington, I told you we
but you could get it if you want
That pistol probably done caught a body but I don't give a fuck
That's how my niggas getting down up in Liberty Park
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
'm lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil
erect
Oh shit! Why me? How could this be?
JT bein dissed by Jimbrowski?
Like I needed a sex instructor
When normally, there, I'da been fucked her
Sayin
bitch-ass nigga)
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
school hip-hop a beat and a rhyme
Some chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by
her ex everyday
I can tell that she like me by how she be looking but she just don't know what to say
And I'm willing to fuck wit' lil' shawty if she
a phone call.
You see. Lauren, I mean, I'm sorry... Lorraine, sorry Lorr. Lorraine... 'Arry Harris, bomber Harris, Mrs.
Bomber Harris, was expecting 'Arry
good)
Even though he breaks my heart so bad (so bad)
We got a special thing going on
Me and Mr. Wrong (mister wrong)
Even if I try, no, I never could
Bae I know what you want, you want that Yves Saint Laraunt
You want that tat with that pretty lil' font Bae that ass fat, I can see from the front
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