Lyrics:
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
even lie, shawty you my kind of lady
So what you doin' lately?
Let you count my money, baby
You 1hunnid so that means you meet my standards, baby
I
(exclamation)
Bilinda
Bilinda
Any kind of love wey you want (Any kind of Love You want)
I go give you bilinda (I'll give you Bilinda)
Kind of loving (No kind
to church 'cause your momma says to
Visit grandpa every chance that you can
It won't be a waste of time
Always stay humble and kind
Hold the door say please
Please lie to me, please bring more shit
Don't be like the other motherfuckers and try to fuck my dream up
The Person:
I am trapped
I do not want to leave
I put my brothers on ride, they be sliding
Stuck in the studio, been on a hiding
I see a 10 and I ain't get excited
Please do not worry this shit be
must be arthritic
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I'm down for our days of glory
It's easy to do when
nigga, bank teller
Think I play for the Giants dead fresh
Walk by and get a moment of silence
Don't be mad because we livin' dog
Be mad at the Mayans
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)
And Ja said he shall be (if
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
the ass
I'm not like all the regular
I promise to love you forever
Hold my
Hold my hands
Let me be your man
Say yes please say yes
I really wanna be your
he must be admiring my grace
As I'm back peddlin, doin bag drills on his face
He's tryin to bob and weave, but he's drowning in the rushes
And Compubox
your head
Like Cheddar Bob
Everybody want to be
In the presence of your present
But was missing in the past
Cause they never
See the vision
But they
They stay robbin' dead men 'cause they don't give 'em problems
Heard the good die young be it by God or gun
Paint my mural on the wall sayin' my job
of a kind
That money gon' stick by my side
I've been antisocial Ion fuck with nigga's
Only thing make me happy is when my pockets bigger
I got my tool, I'm
Please do not talk to me bout the devil
He is not an equal to the God in me
Burry limitations with a shovel
Circumstances are never been defining me
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
Bullet-Proof Vest
Protection is a Must in this city try to adjust
The dangers in every corner be careful in who you Trust
I find myself surrounded by Demon's in
nigga square
Like sponge-bobs britches
Can’t roll wit ya
I don’t rock diamond
I got bigger crystal
Her pussy so wet
It feel like some misters
I want yo
get a little cold
It get a little
People change by the winter
So when January hit, your circle a little thinner
Yo I wonder why
I wonder why
(Like I
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
a glaze
Working at the suffering
Learned a lot from Mr. Scott
Bob was always muttering
Damn it I need fucking pot
There is Mundo
Crushing something in
I may never be able to forgive myself
Bitch
Where's ya man's at? Springfield? New Zealand? Iran?
Ya man's at home watching Bob Ross reruns
Residence
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