Lyrics:
the pain is just an interlude
Where you've been living in the dark you need a spark to see you through
When all is lost, I'll be your friend, I'll be your
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
right she fine than a
Motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up
I take her home though, fucked and got off
Pitbull type
Now do I love them hoes, hell no
Chris that
Used to play ball
Skinny with a mushroom cut about yay tall
He's pushin rhymes like what they call him
Pitbull? I've seen him in a club
With
interlude.
I'm not wanted I'm so all alone;
Always haunted
By the dreams I own;
But, though Im tormented
I must be contented
Driftin' Dreamin'
In
interlude.
I'm not wanted I'm so all alone;
Always haunted
By the dreams I own;
But, though Im tormented
I must be contented
Driftin' Dreamin'
In
thousand pound boat?
It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
Ehhh
Wyclef with Pitbull,
The clubs ain't safe tonight
[Chorus]
Mamacita so nice to meet ya,
You drunk off that rum,
You shouldn't drive
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with
Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm
with grudges in my heart
and it tearing me apart
mummy told me to walk by faith eyes fixed on Truth
but I was lonely so I did what my flesh wanted me
that have passed me by
[interlude]
It is so hard te believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this the way
time
I could tell
The way she moved it
What was on her mind
She said the girls decide
If it's gonna be dead or live
By choosing to arrive
Or not
interludes for the reachers
The heavy hitter that wasn't embraced by homebase
Couple tones I'm switching between somehow
I make 'em blend like an ombré
Thrive
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