Lyrics:
you and rape you after work
This thought makes me get off
That’s why me and my friends hunt the
Cunts just to jump on ‘em
When word can’t hurt you
Just
whut?
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke them by the neck while I just fuck her to death
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Now tell me do you
to fuck with you but you showing me a side of you that
Shows we don't think the same way (Kelly Cruz)
I’m on my hustla shit and not no fake love shit, no
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in this bitch
You can’t do this without me
You shouldn’t doubt me
I make it shine when it’s cloudy
Stay out VA and the County
Don’t come around me
You gotta move this
motherfuckin' hands up)
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years
motherfuckin' hands up)
I said many times busters still can't see
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (Outlaw)
I been, handlin' stress in this shit for years
a row
Drop in the Six, 'cause I love them (HO!)
[Verse 1 - Nick Cannon]
Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down
Bushes we
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death
Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)
like you in love
Stunting like you all thug
We was switching numbers
She looking at you and I walk by
You turn your head, she wink her eye
I can't help
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford
No diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly
nobody my problems
Cause what you gonna do solve them
I thug it even tho I ain't a thug
I can't love a female cause I beef with love
Its hard to trust
bitch, you can't fake it
When it's real, I'm cappin' like the snub-nosed, they pay me
I love hoes, never go home when the club close
I do shows, ride
I ain't got a chain, fam
I'm tryna make the dough grow
Won't see me in the Range
I'll pick your gal up in the Polo
You ain't getting low blow off no
a video for the record we did
Can't believe I'm tellin' my nigga Hank, "Rest in peace"
Believe me when I tell you that this year was stressin' me (it was)
on the record.
I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
grandad went but we made it through
I miss the times I was still at school, you used to make me soup
Didn't want me eating junk food but I'll see
more,
Look at me now man i bloom by the core,
Leave them in the past, set me free from the crows,
i tell you again we make exquisite doves
Ebony got
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Yo, as far as the industry goes, everybody's a foe
Only a friend when they want you to flow
I done came
're coming with us"
I said "To where, for what? I ain't guilty
My name is Rob G., you just can't milk me"
Now I'm sitting in a courtroom all day
I claim I
trial
It's the ending Jam session
It ain't just about the gains, it's about the love of the game
But it keeps the lights on, so I'll keep hunting you
gymnastics
My instructor Dean asked me to stay after class
Your head
My lap
Other way
Take a nap
No one will love you if you cry like that
My skin scratched
She'll do me dirty to teach me these lessons
Sometimes I wanna leave her by squeezing a Wesson.
But tough love done taught me to count all my blessings
guess there's nothing you can tell me
Time to get use to the bars you can go chill with R Kelly
See if these kids are what's fire
than call me
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