Lyrics:
heart can't take much more waitin' for your love
I'm tired and we're runnin' short of time
I'll make you love me more than everyone before
It's my time
heart can't take much more waitin' for your love
I'm tired and we're runnin' short of time
I'll make you love me more than everyone before
It's my time
ya hands up
What, what, put your hands up
Come on, come on, keep your hands up
We back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up)
We back, we
yeah, come on
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We made it to a new day, yeah
Pop a bottle and celebrate
We done made it to a new day
Oh, I take a hit
should know by now
But if I stay here, I might drown in doubt
But there's only one way to know
Come close and I'll tell you
If I want you to stay
You don't want me it ain't hard to see
I can tell by the way you write me off
I can't just go and shake it off
Oh no
Now I'm searching
For a chance
yeah)
Blue hunnids runnin' through my mind
And I just moved up the block and met this bad lil mami
(Mami)
By the way she lookin' at me, I can tell that
I double back on yo bitch
Man gadamn like the way lil shawty switch
Need a cup of wok, need a cup of tris
Come here lil' mama get a codeine kiss
Say
and I'm gunnin'
24/7 That's how I'm runnin'
Make him think I'm playin easy
Thinks he got off, then he's bleeding
And once he's down I look around
I gank his
tryna run my funds up
Bitch you talking shit hell Nawl You got me Fucked up
Bring that shit in by the load and Get that shit Straight off the truck
You
bitch, baught her new bag- cuz' she fly as fuck
Got cocaine on my vest, i'll light this shit up and if it's up and it's stuck
Gotta stick widda beam,
dab, in the middle of the country
Come on
We'll stop by the First Stop Last Stop, pick up snacks at the country mart
Keep hanging on my arm and I'll try
at
AMG 53, Ill wreck that
I said that I'm a prom god, I know the niggas meant that
I know that that's your bitch, but by the way, I had to bend that
nobody gon' stop shit, man
It's the Backstreet, nigga, rest of the gang, free the gang, nigga
Rest up, FTO, man
Mr. Bucket, I'll do any work, nigga
Free
on a Zebra, how I be attackin' ya,
I'm a pilot, you a passenger, don't spazz cuz,
You know I'll whoop the azz of a challenger
Get outta Dodge, don't come to my
I’ll still come back from the grave
Stop my heart like
I’m a survivor
One shot
You have one chance to show
Or shut up and just be controlled
I’m
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
And fold all the linens
Then when i come home
I'll eat up your fish sticks
It's the way that you walk by
You caught me by surprise
If I had to guess
You're
comes once in a lifetime
She found me singing by the railroad track
Took me home, we danced by the moonlight
Those summer nights are callin'
Stone
b-boys runnin' shit
Unamerican Caravan, beatin' you down
Den dere's de man who don't stop
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, uh
them frienemy, understand me
We don't have no time for playin' so you know what
Yeah, scream out
Come lay down Salt and Pepa is a team
Mad Lion
This is my domain
(Verse 1)
Yeah I come in turning
Please get out my way
Got my music bumping
Keepin it on replay
Money got me runnin
Talking
Written by Warren Zevon.
When you're all alone
And you need someone
Telephone and I'll come runnin'
Reconsider me
If the past still makes you
mighty hand
When the trials all come my way, I'll put them in Your care
And I know You're here today, 'cause back then You were there
I can't describe all
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