Lyrics:
don't like that you don't go to church
And I don't like that you just working, you just coming home, Working, eating and sleeping
And going back to work."
blasted off and busted out those songs by Buck and Merle
Porter, Jerry, Chet, and Dolly rode that rocket ship with Charlie
Folks from Bakersfield to Raleigh
stuffed (Let’s go)
Came from the mud, now I ball like a Buck
Splash, drip, water my arm
I took a Patek and filled it with rocks
My momma hate that I keep me
The Green Room
Ha
My momma say I need church, but I don't trust them pastors
Live my life on my terms, cradle to the casket
Cats used to sleep on me I took
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
out on me
Well I care but you know I chose it, I married you
I'll deal with it
He didn't choose this
Do you love who you sleep with?
Every night I go
hella bad, he would never watch me drop
So he reached in his pocket, gave back the one hundred bucks
Then, he had to go
But, he did get a phone call
He
Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
let's go
Bring the drama, that's on my momma
You don't wanna rumble
Jay Rock I'll put you under
(You wanna act tough
Let me see if you really hard
When
an axe, dudes face splits in two
Then he takes her right there forced up against the truck
Its loud and it hurts dead body lookin' up
Go inside momma
cliques
And you clans, and you crews
Fuckin', fuckin' with the clique
And we gon' bring it to your ass
Man, for a petty crime, I swear I'll die before
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With Mine, I'll Come At You From Behind
With My Nine, I'm
I ever met
And I mean that with all respect to the others
Like auntie momma
That lady know that I love her
Just like momma
I go to infinity and beyond
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
I'll whip ya head boy, you know I will
I'll whip ya head boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip ya head boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll
Cause if I saw that bitch again
I’ll probably still give her dick
You fucking Pedo
I swear to god
If you say that I’m lying
Girl I’m dying
I promise you
phone
You get the click, click, click
Don't want the drama girl I am too grown
For all the shit, shit, shit
I flip a zip
Go get another one flip it again
be the last
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
the bigger the pill)
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Whoa, this is the big pill)
(Yeah, ho!)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(There they go again
the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
So I'm tryin' to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
So I'm tryin' to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus upstate
"Oh,
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