Lyrics:
If I
Rob ya man don't look, if You don't pop
The can, Homie can't catch Juxx, You don't
Understand what the plan don't look
Grown man where I be don't
Black jeans by the swimming pool
Put my hand on your head
Now you're crying again
Counting time by the decimal let's leave
I don't wanna spend my
jak OG my nigga
Bo dla nich to robię
Mam plan, by łakom pozebierać majki
Bo nic mnie tak nie drażni
Jak za bycie łakiem lajki
Masz "ale"? No to dawaj w
Zaklepałem nam wszystko czego
Jako dzieciak byś tylko nie chciał
Chcesz tego jak dziwka seksu
Chcesz tego jak dziwka penta
Wiem czemu nam dziwnie przeczą
Wiem
PŘIPRAVIL PLÁN ABY TO FUNGOVALO
BYLO TO NEPRŮSTŘELNÝ A VŠECHNO HRÁLO
TAK JAK TO BYLO PŘEDEM NAPLÁNOVÁNO
OPRAVDOVOU ČISTOU LÁSKU BY JSI NENAŠEL
JENŽE PRAVÝ
I turned into a man when I didn't have a women
Funny how that works
I'm just sticking to the plan
It's funny how love hurts
Heartaches heart pains
telling you
I wasn't always this way
Talked to the other girls that he played
We made a plan, built our walls so high
Covered them in orange paint and in
Hatin' on me then, cause they didn't think I can
Now that I'm up, they wanna know the plan
Commas and some zeros, fatality on my hands
I'm laughin'
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
I been down and I ain't through
I see you can't take it
Tryin' to love and baby, you
I see you can't take it
I can tell at a glance
By the way
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
a pound, cause you're still my man
But if you put both of us in front of a mic stand
Homeboy, it's a new game plan
Cause I gotta disrespect ya, try
the roof
Raise the roof because it's all on fire
Not done by the sun or electrical wire
Not done by sons stricking matches with
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
A shot of jack, double-stack, was my plan of attack
But you sent it right back
I walked by all fly and I gave you the eye
But you rolled yours back
You
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan
cue the violins for the losers amused by their egos
their super bowl ring is being re-pulled
Nick Javas
And it was right there but now it lives in
didn't plan to stay this long
Alright, alright, alright, alright girl I'm wrong
You said that love could make a king
Give up his crown for this one thing
We're none of us getting any younger
You can feel the time go by
And maybe we can't lose our hurt and anger
But God damn it all, let's try
We
alive
I’d grab a crocodile by his tail
Handcuff the judge, and throw the cops in jail
Make the meanest woman break down and cry
I’m the baddest man alive
(Ali)
Yeah, yeah, check, check
See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance
Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan
Makin a killin
said "Tammy, stand by the jams"
But if you don't like what they're going to do
You better not stop them 'cause they're coming through
(Bring the beat
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes
Or stay fly a chase hoes
Equatorians soft lips and straight nose
Making dough
When we ripping
I just wanna' get all of
My niggas off the block
I just wanna' get all of
My niggas off the block
Came up with a master plan, I was in a box
Hidin'
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