Lyrics:
(Dolly Parton)
From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in New Orleans
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home
The men I meet ain't warm
which [something] ... continue.
Bad Boy 2: Keep going!
Bad Boy 1: Turn by the street. I can't believe we beat that shit!
Bad Boy 2: He's gonna... he's
You guys come meet my boyfriend for the first time
Im telling the world I love
I love you baby
This is for us
This is for our future
This is for our
Only Love I know was crucified
Same Love saying we should unify
I was living for a suit and tie
So I either meet targets or meet suicide
Struggling
to slow down by that scene, press on that gas, now I'm goin' in the wind cin't takin' the whales,
No more, we just waitin' Takin' the whales, no more, we
She was on her grind on my meat boy
It's hard to love em when u meet him every week boy
I got some money we ain't dealing wit no decoys
I got some
ballin' so hard that my
Name fill the whole roster
I can never go to jail 'cause
Boy I own a law firm
Bitch, I got that twista in my swisha
This the shit
the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores, they wandered from her side
The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk
brother could do no wrong and I became
The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and
I soon figured out that red and black don't mix.
The beatings I
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh boy, tell me
Out
follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh boy, tell me
Out
when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But
Vert, let's go) Yeah
I don't even think that these boys ready
No, I don't think these boys ready
Ak, don't front, it came with machete
Beat up
like "Oh boy, oh boy"
And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more
And I'm coming to a store near you
Nigga why would I fear you?
You can't tell me
wanna meet nigga
(You don't wanna meet nigga)
Tell me who can compete nigga, who? you sniffin' (Sniffin')
If you think we pull up and we missin
Boy I
TGIF on ABC not gonna be beat
Step by Step and Urkel and Boy Meets World yeah that's you
A rollercoaster ride of family fun
Best damn shows under
don’t love you neither
You mean nothing to me (you're) just another geezer
I won't hit you
Still I won't hug you neither
If we ever meet again cold is
hoes
Never will I ever be a saver
Niggas looking at me all crazy from the waist up
I'm guessing they just wanna meet they maker boy you better get ya
can't wait to have you in my arms
Talk to me boy
Hurry up 'cause you're taking too long
Talk to me boy
Bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So
would meet me at my spot, about eight
That gives me two whole hours to get my shit straight, yeah, yeah
I hit my case about six
It's almost time
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
movies wait
Wild like a crazy night
(Ha) , clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just some mama's boys
Sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I'm a dick
(yeah)
'm touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
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