Lyrics:
When I looked into your eyes
I felt that we belong
There was a little fire
That kept getting strong
It ignited more and more
Each second was surreal
to hide it
Looking back was so alone
Holding you never felt more like home
Moved on forgot you've been forgiven
Now we're bound by rhythm
Tryna beat this
Rapping protocol online
Brace for impact when beat drops
Rap sequence initiated
Stand by for Titan bars
Mankind aligned with giants
Goliath
tipping in forty-four
Andy the boy less talkin big t shirt got my forty-four
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man them in four by four
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Or it's just me
You took me by surprise
You hit me right between the eyes
With the smallest little stone, I've ever seen
I thought I'd never see
You should take it as a compliment
If I were you, I would be more confident
You're lucky that you're pretty
Why are you obsessed with your
can turn to flame
When I ain't up to puttin' out no fire
When I've had time to do some thinking
And a little bit more drinking
Drop back by if you're
the ground
What you thought
Niggas would support by showing me love
But all I got was fake hugs
Soft daps and shrugs
Look at that arrogant little nigga
been around the world
I've pursued the moon in flight
I have read the words of Shakespeare
By a midnight arctic light
I have run between
birdies and then they remember too
Little baby bluebird eyes turn black
Without forgetting the face of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you
Uh, I like that
I'ma make you dance a little
Darkchild gon' make you dance a little
Chante make you dance a little
We gon' make you dance
Cry just a little bit more
I know it's late, I guess I should have called today
I know you're tired of waiting by the phone
I know you say-you just
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
a hundred million
look
i got beef with like a hundred children
niggaz with pink suits
tryin to get cute
you a little outta line hommie
dont let the 9 hommie
'head
I'm just gonna count a little mothafuckin' bread
If y'all wanna slither with the snakes then y'all go 'head
I keep a pedicured lawn so them
city, town and country lane
you hear him sing his plaintive little strain)
And as he goes by to you he'll say
(Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
(Come buy
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
to take her by me
Get on the floor, make it bump more, shake it mami
Let's ride, I'm your Clyde, you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me, mami so
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
Patrick simmons
Layin' back and sittin' in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin' the world go by
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
to take her by me
Get on the floor, make it bump more, shake it mami
Let's ride, I'm your Clyde, you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me, mami so
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