Lyrics:
come for some day
And talk some sense with me.
He lets me tackle my mind.
To say the least a tako yaki feast
But they've become known as Mike's
get off talkin' shit like that
I mean she's one to talk
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in
What a fucking slut, slut
get off talkin' shit like that
I mean she's one to talk
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in
What a fucking slut, slut
shed
Let go of the baggage on my shoulders, now I feel good
My neighborhood switched, I'm in the hills now
But not quite how I planned it,
This nest
it's hard to talk for you
But it's something I would like to do
It will never be the same
Because I am lost in your name
Today I will pay that bill
get off talkin' shit like that
I mean she's one to talk
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in
What a fucking slut, slut
Hey listen don't you let 'em get your mind
Fill your brain with orders and that's not right
They're playing at a game that draws you closer
Till
slippin' and just kill him know
I hate Crabs from heart I let them ?? collar
And represent with only real motherfuckers
No bustas allowed
You know about
a surprise upset)
(Beating the Bullets 108 to 99)
Talk
X-TV, turn it on
Michael, what's happenin'?
(The Lakers had no trouble with the Rockets winning
the big talk, you gotta go. swing on the drip to leave scars
Blood spattered on his fat laced Abdul Jabbars
Now we're gettin' chased through school with
In a moment she will say these words
I can hear them just before she talks
By the way we stare I know it's going to hurt
And before she can explain
of you
I did what you told me
Never wanted to disappoint
I never let them be put down
I make people happy and talk about you
And I say how much I miss
this big gulp full of words I got to eat
It's a burden to have to speak but I would never let them tell it
Bet my barbaric yawp echo through the ages
going hard till this real niigga's dead
Daughter turn grown when I was in the pen
Brought tears to my eyes but I never let them shed
Communicating with
cemetery
Real-life visionary, not preliminary
My kingdom is ruled by vikings
Why we can't have nice things
When that hunger rings watch how
They resort
like Bojangles
Empty clips, give 'em my all small fry
I got choppers that are bigger than y'all
No small talk, money
Just the jux and be gone
I got
to hold your hand
I think I'm claustrophobic I don't
Want too many friends
I get 20k a show then I make it bend
II need them hunnids blue and my shawty red
dreaming
Bout them demons they was scheming on me
(We can get you God won't save ya)
Listen, he can only lie
Trolling on the souls of you and I
I was only
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