Lyrics:
y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(I ain't
the kitchen I cook right
Cook pies
Hard times she stood by Me
Ain't a thing that she won't buy me
Ain't a thing that I won't buy her
Big bands still can't buy
thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, 'cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster
And though I got
(pussy on you)
What you gon' do wit' that? (What you gon' do?)
You can tell I'm tryin' to leave wit' you by how I'm movin' that (by how I move)
Pretty
Gooshie-Gooshie-Mooshie-Mooshie-Bushy- Gushy
I can tell by the way she dance she's gots a good pussy
Yeah, Let me get a glass of that
Puff Puff pass it back
Doggy Dogg with
that?
How d'you look good, when you put it like-
How d'your man try to get you up, get you up
Get you- how do you look good
When you put it like that?
How
the root of our salvation
(That is, we can never be good enough to earn our salvation
And free ourselves from our slavery to sin and our eventual judgment)
number then I fucked'er ain't text'er in a month
Unh, step aside, let them pretty bitches thru
Flip ya hair, let'em stare that's what pretty bitches do
Got
I'm at this big party yet I'm still lonely
I gotta reset I just wanna share the greatest kiss
I'll forget my past and I'll make a good wish
A good wish
lead to big black skies, that rain cloud life like Seattle 95',
When they started to dabble, it was hard to describe,
Took a bite of the apple now they
That M-A-see on for me
That lip gloss foe me
I love it when you put them pretty lips on me
Purple kisses purple kisses
She kiss me from my head
Yeah, we dreaming big over here on the hill
Desert storm, Fiyah Productions
I want that power like I'm Tommy
I need that paper like I'm Ghost
If you
poses)
It's so easy to compromise when you feel safe
And a heart's not protected by steel gates
That's love, the real way, no reason to reveal face
When
the week off for a minute
And all the bullshit that comes along with it
Maybe get a little gumbo stuck in the trays
And drop a little cricket in a big [?]
Caught a plug on a diesel, that's from the Phillipines
Start asking yourself "damn, how good is he
To make it look so simple?" but how could it be?
she could unleash His vengeance by unfastening the lid
As the year went on, things went from bad to worse, and I realized that
if there wasn't a big
Found me a little Cajun queen
We were doin' pretty good
One night she shook that thing
And then we vowed to marry, Lord
What a big mistake, I made it
And the fcuk boys wanna do you for your Things
You best can stand by your word nah guaranteed there gonna check you
Good in my hood you can check bruddah bruddah
Perfectionist
My soul is hot
Yea the fire burning
Foreign whip wet tire turning
Lost a lot that's why the winning feel good
Pass the lighter homey
the beat
I'm up and coming
Yeah I'm on the brink
I love the money
Like B love the drink
My money flood the kitchen
Yeah that's a broken sink
I'm overwhelmed
the life getting old
Growing old like a fine wine
And See the time pass by
memories in timeline
Life in a good isle
It was just a dream
I woke up with a big
much is not enough
Put your glasses up
Toast to the good life that we're livin'
Up there's no one here but us
There's never too much love
Too much is not
shots, Columbine
That’s why your mans tryna FaceTime
I’m like good weed, need a good grind
I squirt all over like a squeezed lime
Drip so much I quench
Gettin money super sweet nigga love cake
Know you tired runnin through My mind all day
Me and you is just a couple that they gone hate
Lay under ya pretty
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