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appeal to the masses
Style like Jackie on asses, come through with Jackie on glasses
Protectin' yo asses, seven inch classes, fuck ya'll bastards
G -
like sitting by the fire
With my toes in the sand
And somebody busts out their guitar and
Everybody joins in
But being with you is better than sitting by
And I'm pretty
But if I fall will you be by my side?
Till the end of time?
Cause I'll be riding til' the end of the tunnel babe
I'll be riding until the end
power eh eh
Its not by my might eh
Na Jehovah dey do am eh
Everything I get for this life eh
Whether you like am, oh oh
Whether you o like am, oh oh
the driveway
Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree
Cooler than a cooler, armed like a padre
Ya baby momma dream about the God
I let her hit the button
pass by
I'm just living my life and I'm feeling alright
They made me the DD because I stay sober
I'm pretty blunt but I'm no smoker
Always taking pics
Yeah, forever, yeah
Intoxicated in the morning, in random hotels
Pretty girls tell me, they tend to worry of my health
I'm still young enough
Like
To know that you were the one
Yo but maybe I'm just crazy
But, I think we got it done like
Girl
You coming in cute
With those pretty lil' shorts
I
She wears the latest dresses
She styles herself like a Beauty Queen
She always gets what she desires
Nobody can resist her charms
She sees herself
so essential
I bought you mail order
My plain wrapper baby
Your skin is like vinyl
The perfect companion
You float my new pool
De luxe
Was in the gym
Saw this girl my heart just flipped
Wanna go to my crib
If you're searchin' for a man I am him
Good style, she's drippin' I had
made my stash grow smaller
Your block ain't no harder, fake baller
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin' just for the cause of it
Out to get all
made my stash grow smaller
Your block ain't no harder, fake baller
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin' just for the cause of it
Out to get all
inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip
like this beat, see
Rapping off-kilter
Sometimes I hit the cigarette without no filter
I like it when it's lag-time
Let-my-pants-sag time
Let go and let
merging see how high my stock go!""
""(Yeah) Christians love me like Martin Luther, (I Had A Dream)
I'm connected to the Muslims like Malcolm X (By Any
on my way in the car
'cause when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy
(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard
deeper so I got it made
Real live men hate girls that whine
Every man wants a dame with style
A saint by day and a sinner at night
I maybe talk dirty
(come on by)
Pretty please, with sugar on it, that's how I like it, uh
I can't even believe it with you
It's like having every dream I ever wanted
The fisherman comes up
Puts his two poles in the sand
He stares out at the sea
Just exactly like me
But I've got a book in my hand
We will have
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm good, I ain't trippin
Got my Air Jordan 1's laced right, never slippin' uh
You can't do it like me I be living
Like
I'm not a coward
They be liking my style and they like my cadence
I met so many mothers that introduce me to they daughters
All because they want me
(8 by 10, 8 by 10)
All that's left of our old love now is just your picture, 8 by 10.
(A souvenir of things that might have been)
(My lonely
(Eight by ten eight by ten)
All that's left of all our love now is just your picture eight by ten
(A souvenir of things that might have been)
My
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