Lyrics:
on the phone with bitches, man, the money keep calling
You ain't satisfied 'til your son'll be calling
Telling you where to leave the money in the morning
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'five
my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide
In the feel I reside
By steel waters just a gear
On the wheel no fear
cheesy with it cause my wheezy is a breezy so bad
She keep me looking like I’ve never looked, my reason to brag
It’s that pretty brown, brown
Brown eyes
my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide
In the feel I reside
By steel waters just a gear
On the wheel no fear
It was a warm sunny Tuesday afternoon
I couldn't stop looking up at you
We were in our favorite coffee shop
Yours to keep playing by Jordan Mackampa
now I'm reading your eulogy
Eyes so serious, you told me hold my head
Pursue this rap shit and go forward never backwards
While you gripped Tec's tight,
heart's not there
Stolen by another kept elsewhere
Beware
But don't stress
Don't forget to love yourself
Or your mind will be left in a mess
Just love your
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
And neither am I
I peeped it in your eyes
The first time I made ya smile
Hey brown sugar
Can you be my sanaa lathan
I could be your taye
I know you diggs me
fast, but not fast enough
'Cause karma keeps on catching up to me
And if my past becomes the death of me
I hope you understand
For your eyes, do you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
If only all eyes could see the scope of your view
eel the pain know
stop, baby)
Keep it comin', keep on comin' for more (don't front, front)
It's that brown man from Long Islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I
communion
Redesign laws of union in a revolution
Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies
Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard
stop, baby)
Keep it comin', keep on comin' for more (don't front, front)
It's that brown man from Long Islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I
shit
I mean damn
Yeah
Well goodnight y'all
Snow
You keep an eye on everything okay
Will do Captain Crunch
Is this the part where Hash-Browns gets Tiga-Z
of my mind
I keep falling faster
At the sight of her alabaster
Pretty brown eyes are a perfect disguise
Damn devil woman
Got control of my mind
I keep
the odds?
Raised by men that kept guns but couldn't keep a job
Head down up, down up, that's right keep the nod
Keep the bounce, keep the bop
Keep
pool . . .
Hi mildred!
Hello gladys!
Wanda!
Yes, from the moment they laid
Eyes on him,
All the girls in the big swifty
Steno pool
Knew . . .
Here was
keep crying, cause her son got killed down the street
in the plaza,
Coretta Scott how I carried it,
Martin Luther King had a dream, can't cancel it
to hustle in many ways
now let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like
Nini Brown
puttin suckas in fear
Lettin ya know
that pension pendin'
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin'
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin'
She got pretty brown eyes and she in
can see in your eyes daily
That you don't wanna do this
And I wanna wanna do it
Baitha me tere liye yahi koinai
Saath sab aajnabi
Jo the paas wo hai ab
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
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