Lyrics:
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
I like the way William made a million
With the style he was giving them Now he looks Fresh in the house on the hilly-an
I've got a human heart
But my
the voodoos
See what that dust does
I love that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen
under his pillow
And his fucking head is turning from the drugs he bought off a gringo
Look at the clock, gotta hurry cause he's late to meet with Lil Sho
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
But you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it!
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
sounding (Yuck)
Man he's just sounding hella basic
Okay, okay
Well
I got you on my penthouse level (I got you all on my level)
And I don't know what to do
they're not there anymore. So he says, "yeah look, take one of these flaggons... one of them little flaggons,
they've got four and a half pints of beer in
You won't get by like that
My niggas gon' ride like that
She feeling my vibe like that, like that
Like that
I got the nigga open and that's
Why he
Something he learned in the Marines
Out of nowhere
Why would he do that
Insecurity, maybe
Something about your youth really pisses him off
Late that night
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
fun on the bayou.
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
(Hank Williams)
Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
And as I wonder where you are
I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
Lately I feel like I’m surrounded by snakes
And I can’t trust the people around me
Lately I debate every single word that these motherfuckers
Kept
but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
Yeah, he love
Yeah, uh, look
Why don't you let me break it down, cause my mental ain't shit
Every single class that I had, had to commit
Numbers in a textbook,
, his body now lies
after he's got by an arrow in his eye
Harold dies , Harold the king ,
leaving the green fields of Anglia at the mercy of fate
throw them to his face, I got him by four inches
He real upset, mad and heartbroken
She told me not to pay him no mind and keep strokin'
Yo, can they
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
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