Lyrics:
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
headfirst like I'm flopping
Hit my whoa leave em silent
Hit my whoa gotta em wilin'
Wassup waddup wassup waddup
Tell me wassup let me in it
Nigga tryna bunt
these niggas how to do it
5'2 brownskin you know I had to screw it
I don't think you really bout it, tell that boy he have to prove it
Nigga thinking I
jewelry boy
It's me and you
Hold up let me tell my story
Last year I was broke and ain't have shit
Now I'm having more rings than Robert Horry
They
the hardest nicca from around
My way
Verse 2: Dolla Boy
Well I'm the dolla boy got gam gallure*
You may have a lot of game but I got much more
And it all brew
The boy had dreams, yea
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your
there's one thing I've learned, it's that it's up to me
If it's my life then nobody gonna tell me how to live it
They can't see the way I see it through
to back up the First Team
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And they rippin' your asshole apart
By takin' your green, oh yeah
The Villain does get
you go as hard as I go (Yeah yeah)
Bring them hoes to the hotel
Body bag em tell your boyfriend
We got his whole drip by the wholesale
Can't let you in
good shit to say
"Ain't they kill your mom, my dude?" Okay, okay, super touché
That's a very good point
She liked 'em so much her last words were, Lord,
And hopefully one day I'll put this music out
Trippin' now, seeing how it's movin' out
I'm buying spots, nigga movin' out
My fan base, I see 'em movin' south
not answer My phone
Tell them folks I'm not home
But momma ain't that
Boy stay up out my business
Do your dirt all by ya self
Only God Can judge
You
shoulders, tell me would you listen
Heart on ice, it ain't expired(nawl it ain't expired ain't expired yeah)
Running through life, damn I'm getting tired (yeah
and delete 'em
I don't ever mislead 'em
Don't know what's gotten into these hoes
Gotta go delete 'em, never do repeat 'em
I bet you wanna beat it
Fuck around
really did was migrate
Asking me if I'm great, yeah bitch I'm great
Swerving down Peachtree, yeah bitch I'm straight
Every day my birthday, yeah bitch I
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
a chance
True mi skin pretty dem wah dim mi light
Nuh true a night time
Memba sun haffi rise
A boy come seh
Mi wah goodie gyal eh weh my turn deh
Mi wah
I'm gonna get happy
I'm gonna tell em it was all for you
That I am so lucky
I'm gonna show em deep down somewhere in my heart there's love
There's us
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
yea, yea, yea, yea
Ive been on my way, Ive been on my way
It’s my birthday with the cake, put it in my face
If she pulling up at 8, use her as a plate
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
Shae
He got plans with the devil
Round my neck I need
VV embezzle
This youngin too hot
Like a kettle
Tell em bitches
Keep walking stiletto
Got the gang
Usually calm, but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, word to my mom
Ya'll niggaz playin
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, Bad Boy
Yeah,
on a birthday cake
I’m a problem like 104 divided by 8
Multiply it by infinity manifest the trinity
Represent the holy ghost God grant me serenity
To accept what
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