Lyrics:
the hurt right through these soliloquies
You got two options, chose the right door, they not knowing I just got the key
I pity all you fuckers
I come from
know but she act jus like her mama
Yea she stubborn but she always gonna say how she feel, but I ain't fighting for your heart unless you keeping it
she quit, yeah I'm fit
So what I'm lit
Like I'm Chris brown with pit
MMD on the track
I like that
They say I abused her
But I just ain't like that
shorts
I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart
Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead
I'm ready to kill bitch
I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be
are made of ice
Best friend got two businesses
We winning and you witnessing
My pockets look fat
And yours look like it do fitness
I Train them
Yeah i
Comin in my space trinna lock up all my brothers
That shit was a movie on a Friday, Chris Tucker
Big fish from the indico smoking indica
Move like a major
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
[keith]
Yo Jacky, this Keith.
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it
Chris Brown runnin it
I'm Deallo Dunkin it
I'm deep on that funky shit
I be down and loving it
I'm cool getting ratchet with
The full metal alchemist
I
hold you in my heart and my memory
Oh until we meet again, yeah
Watch over as the world get colder all we ask,
Until we meet again
We gon celebrate your
feelings
Look into your eyes nigga you ain't ever lived it
But always talking cooking dope nigga ever had heart ache
Ever lost money learned how to cook oil
three
Gotta Ride with the glock (Uh) by the steering wheel
Why you playing games hiding my keys it don't make you real
No I cannot get your nigga a deal
you don’t
So just tell me the truth I’ll stop playing along
With your lies
Slim waist thick thighs
Big brown eyes
Heart made of ice
She the devil in
Innocent?
What do you do when your back is against the wall
And you're down so deep, no reception to make a call
All you got is a couple of bags of raw
Brown
Yeah behind the decks - you are treach,
But what I say now I mean no disrespect
The Key to the success, was not in your genius
It was only the novelty
Only one word Only live by faith
Only two words Only by His grace
I got three words Love the Lord
With all your heart
Only one word Only live by
galactic
Chris Angel doing magic
Gas Gang sewed on my fabric
Flippin' this money gymnastics
I'ma break your bones, chiropractic
You know I move I stay active
Numbers that’s bad air
1 2 345 we starting breathing from 6
I’m saying your top 5 is a big mess
10 percent tight (tithe)verses dropping
I’m a mother
act tough but I know they suburban
She say Deji cuff me I say never that
I ain't tryna break your heart like a heart attack
Said nigga come on cuff me
We honor those before by discovering who we are
So remember with the heart as you dream about the stars (Remember)
And every night you lay down
the keys to the boys hearts, played them like pianas
Or pianos, hotter than a Roman candle
With her sheer sun dresses and her open toe sandles
Queen
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
Yo yo
I don't brown
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