Lyrics:
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung
Yellow Benz
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
the one for me
No lie thought you was the one
Now my heart sitting in here broken no I cant get out it you got me sprung
All of my pain weigh it by the ton
stupid, you acting dumb, I’m acting ruthless this ain’t no fun
Dealing with pain, ain’t even stung, can’t even see, ain’t even me
Fucked up this life, damn
leave me breathless
Two more minutes, just one second
Stuck on you & I just can't help it
Listen, I don't mean to sound like I'm begging but can't you
tha illist
One spilla simple 6 thrilla
Hopin up im with my demons know we go gor fuckin realist
Sprung deala snippin 6 millas
Popin a fuckin oxy now his
work and play that's how we live today
My ride or die, I'm so inspired to be great for you
Pray away, the pain I put you through, make all things new,
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck
lil bo
You know who it is it's PT hoe
Fuck crime mob whose it to
I heard the song it's bullshit boo
Cross eyed bastards fuckin wit me
You know I'm a G
be fancy
That shit got my chick sprung
I can’t even lie its been two times that I had slipped up
Twelve be trynna get us
Sorry but I’m gone
Wouldn’t
send her to me then she coming back sprung
I been climbing by diamonds
I'm noting my head with a plus one
If she got a roster, then you knowing that she
twist they mind like Geometry
On my momma I'm a G
Any shit that benefit, I represent
Like a Nazi, til somebody pop me
Throw up the dub
Hook 2x
(Killa
the tropics
Ooh baby what is you doing
Got me up under influence
Hardly sprung to tell the truth
But it's just something about you
Wavy hair waterfall by her
and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin' high, a thug nigga gettin' by
Catchin' bitches spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine
All day, I
Umm Pt.2
Performer：Anna hisbbuR
Composer ：Anna hisbbuR
Lyricist ：Anna hisbbuR
Arranger ：Anna hisbbuR
Producer ：Anna hisbbuR
Hold up babe
Feel
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress?
East Atlanta stand up (East Atlanta stand UP!)
Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Bentleys, big boats and jetskis
Cristal and Dom P', the kush, the PT
Two
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
your partner informin' ain't that what the cop said
Leave him sprung in the lake now he swim with the rock heads
ARP two two three I'ma need a shell
Running thru the finish line
Fly by LAX
Call me anytime
It reach me better than a text
All the hoping, guessing done
I know that I’m next
I know
the closet, kidnap the treasurer
Bandanas on our face from whiling out like some cowboys
Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy!
(Chorus 2x)
We be
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