Lyrics:
or you want me
I don't know if its real or you're performing
You show up late at night and you still haunt me
I just miss when you call me
I can tell by
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
more
You can't walk with me
Yup just blaze
Like method man
Gotta new layout everyday
I got methods man
Ride with a group of visionaries
We gotta lot
with your boy
I know you miss my voice
Just come by or maybe hit me up now boy
Hey, let me know if you change your mind
Hey, let me know if you want
If
'Cause they wanted beats from me, so they'd call me up, I'd play them some beats
"Gimme a beat that sound like Jay-Z"
You know, they dick riders,
share the same mother, nigga don't call me bro
It's fucked up even your family members turn to foes
Ya main bitch done fucked ya mans that's when she
it's smilin' in our face
And fuckin' with nigga, 'cause I'm just an average paper-chaser
(Chorus)
[Mo! Hart]
Up in my mind's another world
I watched
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
bust, and they drop to their death. Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up. Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly
shady. Call me lightweight crazy,
up
Pull up on rappers, just to see what they bout
I'm bout action I'll punch any nigga dead in his mouth
Don't make me, get outta character
If its beef
Just cut my mom up
And stuck her leg in the freezer
And ask that stupid bitch what the fuck she got cold feet for
My blood relatives like to run
what's the news?
The news is this life'll never break me
I refuse
When I leave this track up to you
I expect you to
Get stuck to it like glue
And show
racks & prove to those who hate on me
I could've brought you up with me
Still not healed still I pray
I see your face like everyday
Pain in heart I'm by
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
to touch, clutch and be up
But baby I ain't on that stuff
Dropped her off and told her call me up
We could talk, conversate about political subjects, whatever
the drive-by
Girl goin down but the feelin got me sky high
I do what I want
Blowing money fast
Nothin like niggas
Call me chuck bass
Call me call me Chuck Bass
Ain’t no kevin harts
Tell em that’s what’s up
Tell her that’s what’s up
In my universe
I just get some more
I might hit the club
She might hit
fuck, don't bring your bitch near
I just dropped a bag at Saks Fifth, I don't do serious
Pull up in our fucking Hellcat, see me switch gears
Drinking shit
Please lose the aggression
Or you'll never see the light
We belong together, Beth
Please don't make me cause you harm
But if you don't lose the aggression
put up or falling down?
Oh, I just have to see it now
If you wanna call me, call me, call me (call me, call me, call me)
You don't have to worry
just can't mack me
I'm off of Gin and Juice
Don't even introduce
If you ain't fucking back up cause I'm free to choose
I want some pussy that could
you before baby... but listen
[Chorus:]
Put my numba in ya phone,
And when you get out the club girl call me up
Put my number in ya phone,
Just
about this serious situation
Call me if you love me, I want to hear my phone ringing
I've been waiting up and watching my phone, just waiting for you
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