Lyrics:
of The five? I asked for all five
There are reports that we're Having a problem with the fifth Man
Problems
Yeah, it seems as if he doesn't Want to cooperate
Fuck a brother
Never needed one
I was there by your side when you needed one
Getting rich was the tasks I completed them
All my bitches x'd out I
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
tone and that third trombone has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please, preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
got none
You thought you had my poor heart won, by meeting with me now
But I'll leave you where I found you: At the foot of the sweet brown knowe"
on my chest so I can't get shot by cupid
Man man I'm the man the ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man
Sixteen-hour days
Overworked and underpaid
Was just a way of life
For my old man's old man
If there's one thing I've learned
What you make is
a pimp by all means
All it take to knock a chick is to put on some clean jeans
[Chorus: x2]
You knew my style dude tell it to the next man
I ain't buyin
your daily life
Please do not write to other people or think of others
Write much more to me.
I am so lonely, Almi
My poor, dear Almi,
My dear, sweet
NLN yuh yuh yuh
Yah
Yeah i'm starting to see the way you move
And to my surprise
I thought that I didn't have to dub
I gotta play by the rules
You
win
Man I'm Out here doing my dirt lord forgive me for my sins
My heart cold I seen to much just by the shit that I was in
I been solo since
the mothafuckin deal Kinfolk
Yeah
Ayy ayy
I heard you the man well up in my City my nigga they robbin the man
They thuggin foreva don't take it so Personal my nigga
the packs ona low but everybody wanna be the brick man feel like roddy rich balling out every season when u niggas still tryna be the 6th man member ian have
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I just did it man
Why you talkin' lotta shit, you ain't got a plan
Like it's Call of Duty, doin' shit like UAV scans
Talkin'
she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level
Billy Goat
It's J.
better reflect on the popular shit
That was selling your souls to the alter n shit
I done made all moves by the heart of the rich and my mind was inside
reflect on the popular shit
That was selling your souls to the alter n shit
I done made all moves by the heart of the rich and my mind was inside
just going get rich and come back
I'm just tryin' to make a proud family, Kyla Pratt
Man, who gon' help me up if I fall? Resilient through it all, no
their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four, know how it go
Two by the foot, two by the headboard
Man, I'm getting scared for them (yeah
circle, somebody used to break out and risk,
You know losing everything and being poor and getting you down
But someone has to do something, had I had
far as to put our manager the lovely Elizabeth right between us man
It was him that eaten alive by the jealousy
It was him that was eaten alive by
Started hustling during Bush Senior, got rich by Obama
Ran up in them traps with them straps like they came for Osama
So when the pressure got applied we
Sundress rhythm
Blunt head spinnin'
Treat a beat session like a love confession now
Here's a concept that works
Poor my hear out see which emerge
But no
dressed up and I'm heading for the city
Baby I'm a tall man you're so very small mam
Baby I'm a rich man you're so very poor mam
But I'm dressed up and I'm
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