Lyrics:
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I
lady, she got her own in her Mercedes
And she single
She thick and grown with no babies
I really wanna take little mama
Home and go crazy but she won't
Honesty is the key
Did I get crossed out? absolutely,
Everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating though.
Fountain
corn
I'm so violent and sick in the head
I can't tell if I want to kill my ops or fuck 'em
Zaza got me feeling like everything going to be alright
street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's getting doe and they know how
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys to the car and the home
But her friends were really his friends
No one stops by to see her much
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
In record numbers indeed got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on, my child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler ask them why they
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
ends with judges or the pastor but no I don't care
Ye' though I walk through the valley I will have no fear
I got her caught up in my web like Peter
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no
with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out
the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a mojo felt
ever been caught doing any criminal
Activity in the States, Seattle got ganja too
So if you can't pay then stay
And kick it up in Washington
Where
as Britney
Is you wit' me?
That's why I respect Alicia Keys
She say fuck getting them D's
I'mma just ride out with these
Kanye got stacks, y'all already know
of endangered times
What's going on
Nelly Furtado
Ah tell me
What's going on in the world today
I'd rather be dead
Then turn my head away
we got this first world
saying he can fuck my bitch which one little bro
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got eighthys of that za's, big
to the right now
($45 was big money, For platform shoes)
Back in the day but I got mine
Righteous time surely wasn't easy, easy
(Tell 'em, Teena)
I gotta
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
carrying
With a stern stare he'll
Burn holes in your mental
Fennel seed scent
With a rental key to event
I got lots of tea if you spending
Ain't meant
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