Lyrics:
wanna see you happy yeah
Dancing through the nights and Morning sun
No feelings lonely darling I'll be your Only only only one
I'll be right by your
just like you........
Lee Records.....
Tanisha what up tho....
You better kiss yo mom
You better hug yo dad
Cause you don't know when that time gone
around and they fear
They lookin' up from the side, I think the end might be near
Hard work and dedication what it takes to really make it
I was up when
simplicities
Propped by propaganda
Stopped if we stand up and banned up together
Instead we lay down and sleep and when I speak up
It's like I had audacity
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this
Man Down
Sound God
Make I pull up in a Range make we zoom zoom zoom
Gbeduboy
Damola Davis
(On my wedding day)
Chukam
Lamba
(On my wedding day)
bitches showin' out
Ok with the J ok with the day
Never going in and all I do is make play
Burnin up them bushes and then
Make a newly slay free my nigga
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
so good yeah
You walk up to me like a stranger girl
And I already know your name
I can make you feel good
If you want to give me the time of day
Won't
Hook
They really fucked up
They left me in the gulag by myself
They fucked up
I keep it real with the demons
Im just fucked up
I’ve been crazy off
gonna call it what it wasn't
We gon' roll up wit' the Glocks and shoot a bitch
We gon' kiss Big Mac right on his lips
If it's horse fame that we takin',
Her thick thighs i kiss that
We make stacks we make bread
We doin' numbers then do the number
Feelin' number can't feel the front of
My chest she
Her thick thighs i kiss that
We make stacks we make bread
We doin' numbers then do the number
Feelin' number can't feel the front of
My chest she
And she kiss it right when she lick it like
Ooh damn that's tight afternoon delight
And we switch it up we go sixty nine
Go round for round we go all night
You can mash up me mind anytime
Your love can take me away baby
Every kiss every touch got me going insane
Cute everything
Cute face cute smile cute
And a sparkle lid your eyes
They shine so flawless I'm amazed
Blinded by an angel's face
It's the sweetest poison in one kiss
And now you got the venom in your
bitch, nah'm sayin?
Fuck nigga, shit man, ol' punk ass kids, gon' throw me out the club nigga
That don't mean nuthin' nigga, I'm gon' fuck this nigga up
Shawnie Shawn ]
Yo, what's goin on Ice?
[ Ice-T ]
Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn?
Man, just trippin off this girl, man
[ Shawnie Shawn ]
Girls?
it's always an issue lately
But you know I'm gon' miss you, baby (baby)
Said, it's gonna be ripples, now I can't kiss you
Not like I meant to, 'fore
tonight, I'm alone
Make it the way it was before the world knew you and I
Drowned out, by everything
Lift me up so I can sing
Kiss me Glory, embrace me
change for this
We will never fail to make it
I won't give up till I face the makers
I'll invade god's acre
Break a leg of a laker
Bench em with the other
Funeral
Whoooaa
Funeral
Ohhh
Funeral
Its your funeral
Its your
Dont kiss and tell I keep my Goddess to myself
I got some homies round the way that
Funeral
Whoooaa
Funeral
Ohhh
Funeral
Its your funeral
Its your
Dont kiss and tell I keep my Goddess to myself
I got some homies round the way that
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