Lyrics:
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
But then game got kilt
Cuz the girl kept pushin' my head all up under the quilt
And I was like damn, you must be sick
You mean you'd rather have
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
khaled
Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents
To close up an open
But when the last of those last moments came,
Annie my girl, cheer up, be comforted,
Look to the babes, and till I come again,
Keep everything
this rap shit get old
Unfolding at my very core the more that I just carry on
There must be greater things beyond this dust that we slay demons
Miami they even rock this. The streets is watching. and only blessed by a few.. you know my crew be more dancer than "Clue." The hottest since PUN is MON
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
You are so beautiful, baby, you light up my life
I close my eyes and dream that you'll become my wife
Day in and day out it's you I pray about
Don't
A, girl I used to know
B, came my one and only
C, she is all alone
D, pressing, feeling lonely
E, ventually she opened up
F, effortlessly
the game
And yo don't fuck up my process
In a winning situation every time that I speak (Yeah)
Close up those windows bro you let out too much heat (It's
Oh me oh my
Oh me oh my
Oh me oh my
Come be my wife
On our bikes past lights while the streets pass us by
I don't wanna see you cry
But remember
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo
To the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her
of his fate
To wait another day would be far too late
"Go fetch me my coat and my tie
And the cheapest labor that money can buy
Saddle me up my buckskin
am happy
To clear up the matter of Anne Catherick
Her tale is truly sorrowful
And some would say a tragedy
Her story breaks my heart
I don't know
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
then for me to be complete and with peace
look at me
No longer 23
24 creepin up to 25
Close the door when you get inside
Bout to let you deep in my mind
a 9-5
And I've staying up all night
Made the most of all this time
Never got to close my eyes
Just to hit these niggas by surprise
Sha and day supreme
the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down,you
can't tell me I been living wrong
Slip a Q inside a fifth
That's just how I leave the pain alone
Leave the pain and grab a drank I'm gon turn up with my
When y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework, her and I would fuck
And so pure and perverted, so spirit spinning
Telling my wife who I was dancing with like I was fucking
Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beaming
To the concrete jungle
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