Lyrics:
Oh yeah
Oh Na na na naa
Oh yeah sweet love oh yeah
Sweet love
I get plenty plenty things i wanna say to you
Ohhh yeah see
I get this
I get this
you gon' need a referral
I know more about tree than squirrel
Me no talk much but the heat so verbal
Brand New Marc Jacobs
Pink coat's thermal, gun's
back when I used to smoke, I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes
I love you, I'm sorry about that
But, you remember, always you would let me
Those brothers is dead
I don't even like what they said
What are they talking about man
Tell em' again
Listen homegirls let me talk to you
Girls may be
I remember all the times.
We use to share together, had together.
All the sweet moments of life.
Now you left alone and you went away.
All the little
Yo body on my body baby
I'm about to catch a body in here baby
I love the way you grind on me
Said I'm about to catch a body in here baby
It's
goin' downtown
Ain't no one understand this sweet thing we do
All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin'
pocket
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalant-ness
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
and outa nowhere, G.E. Smith comes over to save me.
You remember G.E. Smith?
He played for the Saturday Night Live Band and used to tour with Hall and Oates
The night was filled with sweet surrender
I had a million things to say
We shared the moon in all it's splender
You pressed your lips to mine,
Here's your pardon, 2 eagles and 1 Smith and Wesson
And a charter if you think about testing and stepping in my direction no really I'm flexing
The way
asleep. We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop that looks like a kid we know. And then I'm like, "Can I tell you something?" And all
"I don't throw darts at a board, I bet on sure things
Read Sun Tzu, "The Art of War"
Every battle is won before it's ever fought"
BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
I
it's by the plenty
We tote choppas, we tote semis
Paparazzi they be pressing, had to get the Smith and Wesson
I be coolin' I ain't stressin' I just sit
tryna cock back if it got seized
Smith 'n' Wesson and a glock in the front seat
Don't work, don't stop, bro you can't eat
I be ridin' by myself, I don't
cloud your whole hard drive
I'm on top of mines
I am such a michelada
Ain't shit sweet salty
Niggas want it all from me
Coffin you keep coughing around me
I’m tryna describe
By saying to myself
Shawty you blessing
And you my number 1 contestant
With dat look in yo eyes
You got me feeling like
Shawty you
)
There's nobody like you, girl
(That can do the things that you do)
The sweet little things you do
(No one like you) (there's no one like you
Baby, no
you dreamed about us babe
Does he know you dreamed about
Does he know you dreamed about us
When he wakes up in the morning, you're right here by his
the road
I guess it must be up to me
If we never meet again, baby, remember me
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody
covered
But I'll be there, you won't wonder
About a damn thing, I got it right for ya
My sweet lady
My sweet lover
No, she don't need help
She got it all
Christ."
You see? This book can help us!
I just told a lie
No, wait, I didn't lie
I just used my imagination
And it worked!
You're making things up
exposed
Look at my pinky, you can tell it is froze
I'm dabbin' over here, foreign clothes
Pussy niggas sweet just like some lemon
You sweet just like some
smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
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