Lyrics:
don't talk, pay me
Turn to the darkside if my
Days ever get rainy
Drain me? Never, not maybe
Yeah I roll with Jamie and I know Sadie
Her she's a cool
to test landin' then you expandin'
Kick in the door, let the next man in
(Let the next man in)
(Let me hear that) Mom's crib
Saltfish, fresh bacon, some
it again if I came back to this world
The mentality of a warrior is
Very different than normal mentality
You must be that person on that door
You
off and threw it on the shelf
But it keeps comin back to me like jim Carey in the mask
I threw it off a bridge it appeared back in my bag
I'm tempted by
Let's go
Ooohhh
Ay v, line em up
Ay JIM I fuck with this one bro
AY
Shawty back up off of me
Don't even talk to me
I make sure my partners eat
We all
with out it
Wana house up in the hills neva tell nobody
and a brand that gona kill if they talk bout me
Creep slow threw the back door
Gota bitch
go back 60
Take you to the city
A diner with domino floors
I'll show a real date
We'll stay out way to late
I'll walk you to your front door
What if
mine
Im takin it deep jim Nu in the Mind
Edward sizzor hands and im cuttin at different times
If u in yo feelins bout that shit then thats a guilty
pitchin' and the gat spittin'
Whole family livin' off of black women
It's a fact you spat fishin'
I sit back relax twistin'
If it ain't a V12 my
Niggas laugh
(verse three) {2:38}
Cats want to talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em
I come through in a drop top, laugh at 'em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta
that ass up on the floor
Baby I am not a whore we can still lock these doors
If you know what I mean
Pull up to the back seat
I could put yo ass on fleek
Tell me, have you heard that lately?
I'm just sayin' you could do better
And I'll start hatin' only if you make me
Uh, cups of that XO
All my
[Intro: Bow Wow]
(Whoo)
I'm sayin
If I walk in da club
And uh
I could sense that lil mama been drinkin too much
This what I tell her
(I told her hop
better, I know you can't talk with me
I'm supposed to host a ghost? Hate hearing, their advice
Why the FUCK would you stay here, if you really found
I aint finna wait imma start my verse for the beat drop
Im knocking on the door mad aggressive sound like police knocks
2 years prior was helping
and awe, she amazed, surmised
And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking how could I never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking
Hey my nigga do me a favor. (what's that my nigga?)
If u happen to bump into the streets
Can you please tell him I'm back? (oh okay I'll do that)
I will never be happy
Least I could do is smile
Let me turn back time
Just for a little while
I got new regrets
Everyday
Watch em all stack
down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side
I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?
Yung Redd, take ya
Looking back could've easily been me in that life
If I never found a pen or I never found a mic
If I never chased a dream or I never found the light
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
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