Lyrics:
(I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak
SRT, two hundred on the Jeep
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jean, hundred bones on my sneaks
my heart bad so I wrote down this song
I'm about as sad as they come
Yeah, I'm stupid, stoned and dumb
I'm a pretty pitiful sight
Lately I can't
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
I'm
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
I'm
and
Raising them by themselves
These niggas is all in jail
The streets are on some tweet shit
Kicking up they feeds
Kids got nothing to eat shit
These bitches
pretty little boy, as fast as ever you can
You must run for Rosy Flower before the day is gone
The boy buckled on his yellow belt and through the woods he
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream
Picture
Wake up wake up
Ghetto children
Wake up wake up
Ghetto children
Ghetto boy
You're my life
And there's so much for you to protect
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
of safes
My gas on fleek, jet fuel for the week
These niggas wanna tweet, my niggas wanna eat
Down south dope boy, D-boy, nigga eat
All red Yeezy's,
Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimming in the sea
Oh they look like sisters in the ocean
The boy will fill his pail with salted water
the best, the best)
Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment, surprised entirely
Hypnotized by the sound I surround
unknown,
He: Far from the cry of the city where flowers pretty caress the stream,
Both: Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in, don't let it abide in my
of love
And love is something that money can't buy.
Well, a poor boy's chances for a pretty girl's glances
Are sometimes very few
Ain't got no money
the call of love
And love's something that money can't buy
Well a poor boy's chances for pretty girl's glances are sometimes very few
Though I've got no
Sex and Gasoline by Rodney Crowell
So much beauty abs & tush
Swoop down on you like a burnin bush
Pop religion bullwhip thin
Says you ain't nothing
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
seven feet or more
By the old barn door
Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That
to land it in my backyard
Quarterback shotgun, you don't get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breakin' all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
Refrain
[solo guitar for 2 choruses (chorii?)]
Now, don't get in a hurry 'cause this ain't
No race.
And don't get taken in by a pretty face.
You know that
some time for my family
Feel like there's some things I should've long achieved
But I still it want all by any means
Outta time I got no time for no
"Hello, boys and girls
Today, we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
Who's your daddy?"
Drop it boys
I say, "Hey man, what you doing later on?"
He said, "Oh man, I'm just hanging out later on"
I said, "I'll swing by and get you
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