Lyrics:
on a street up in every city
And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
Look I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar
shit loud and fast
Bitch talking but she kicked his ass
Said she socked him like a lil' old hoe
We was disturbed by a knock on the door
Damn who's that
week
They ain’t even dead, but might as fucking well be
It’s fucking crazy how this game will change you
I feel like I’m loved and hated by the same
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right?
You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on
High sidin a nigga, rollin in a Neon, now what the fuck was she on?
I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion
hit it, don't have to write that'
Memphis ice jacked, they gonna say they're fake
'Cause my diamonds look like they're panicking
Wanna know how I feel,
I said, still in love
Still in love
With me
Are you gonna be in love with me
I want you and need you to be, yeah
I got my heart broke twice
By
Fell out of love with her
Just to trip straight back in
Times like this don't come round here
And chances are slim
But eventually
You'll be mine
spikes
We the ones you wanna be like we on that ten strike shit
Two lil baddies thats Em and Taryn, they know Aaron and reside by the bay of herons
We
on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my side
I tried so
'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements
'Clef can I rock
I'd like to give a shout out to my people on the block
For you Silly Willy playin thug cartoon
My infrared scope got your movements
and coffee while you turned off the light
Never thought I'd be doing things and living life in spite
And I gotta be convinced to be polite
But you throw me
fire
Ayy, Slim left, that's why I tote this gun on my right hip
If he hops, death be comin' right behind him like an ad-lib
You gon' have to fake
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
To convince him he needs to learn
His addiction could be deferred
But even time would not concern
I'm talking now since it occurred
If I go back, I'd rehearse
pull up, let it (whoa)
I used to be a man of the people
Hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)
Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' Pink
Like
of sore hind-ends (ow)
I was just a poor white kid (yeah)
Now if rap was B-ball, I'd be Jordan-like, bitch (what?)
You wish you could score like this
of sore hind-ends (ow)
I was just a poor white kid (yeah)
Now if rap was B-ball, I'd be Jordan-like, bitch (what?)
You wish you could score like this
to rock and roll
But oh man she loved it
Oh Lord she loved it
She loved it when I'd sing slow
And she'd be poundin out that rhythm
You know she loved it
with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse
loved me
I hate the way you don't
It feels so weird to me that you don't feel it anymore
And I'd like for you to change your mind
But we both know you
of this and that
I hugged 'em, I kissed 'em, I loved 'em
And I left 'em behind
But I'd do right by you
If you was mine
I'd spend all my time
Walkin'
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
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