Lyrics:
the door bitch!?
This is wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door
And then you just kinda walk up to her and say
in this house, it's some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Walk up from my spot, see I don't have
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
Yeah
Check
Lets give it a shot
Uh
Yo
First of all I'm an artēst
I don't make money yeah no feast
Most def give it all yea go beast
Make music to feel
Hey baby is you down to ride?
Knocking at your front door
Let me come inside
Knocking at your front door
Let me come inside
Can you let
again
Put the bow on and send it again
I was there from the get go
Put it in my mind
You would never let go
But now you bring me
Down and out, counted out
to bring me down
Never once it's always two more
He's knocking at my door again
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my
get into it/
Let me watch you do it/
Just work it out on me/
You bout to see what I’m about on 3/
You the baddest in this place that’s on me/
Girl just
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
(Uh, uh uh)
(Ooh)
You say you miss me with all of your soul
You try to kill me, but I won't let go
Don't you cry, well, baby, don't you cry
I'm in
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah (soo)
Let's take a modern day stroll (woah)
This is the modern day, ho
Last time I checked, we was runnin' the globe (go
of columbus, ohio that billy got his notice to report for his induction physical.
Now, believe me, ethell said she wasn't gonna let him go!
"I'm not gonna
Lookin' at my momma in her eyes (momma)
Lookin' at me like a new person (new person)
She tellin' me I need to slow down (slow down)
The pain don't go
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over then
Let the Prophets do the work
Down low, shake it, twerk
Up on this track with Bogdan
off, shawty trippin
Pull Up In a SRT
Hellcat gotta bitch on me
Hard top so the bitch won't drop
Yo bitch in the back of my whip
Three legs but she
said that don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went
So I go down
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
three years
And you cry for me
Oh baby girl
Would you ride for me
If the feds kick the door
Would you lie for me
A nigga did three years
And you cry for
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