Lyrics:
Well I passed you by this morning
You were stumblin' down the street
And by the look upon your face
I could tell you wasn't
Feeling too sweet
for u freak girls under cover who loves ya? Im not a priest don't front for me, but step in my confessional, that's the bedroom , tell the truth ill be
zoom
Play up on my cell, every day my phone boom
Ain't got no time for my girl
I'll make it up, I'm on the move
Baby, don't worry if I
Come home
The Cell dont drop soap in the showers huh
They try to give me Life, I'm out in a hour huh
Back on the block wit more Juice than Pac
Makin Mo' Money cuz
baby, baby, wait"
My girl bust in, caught us creating a boom
She said, "Girlfriend?"
The things that make you go hmm
Things that make you go hmm
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex
the real thugs are dead or in jail
Sweatin' in cells, your man Terelle is now madamoiselle
We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin "bout society fell"
With
Stood by the snail, slug in the round they slide with shells
When there's man on the road trying to find you, you cant find the time to find yourself
The tremors have ended
We came with proof, we aim and shoot
Even if they surrendered
Cough up your sickness, right in their faces
Lions paced in
dancing, yeah from another land
Baby girl
I am not like other men
And I'm transforming into another man
As I dwell as a foreigner in the land
Baby girl
I
their heart and soul
Repeating the lines I've heard a thousand times but I don't mind
Cos she's my
Cos she's my
Cos she's my girl
I'm running on a high
even flipped, when I was down in Miami
Called me on my cell phone, Jones like I'm still home
Tell me what your wearing girl, or what you look
cell phone
You were probably busy singing TiK ToK
And left your Nuva Ring in your mailbox (What?)
Hey Justin Bieber
You're all grown up inside your head
locked in a cold cell
Boxed and so frail dropped to the floor stressed
Scream, the soul dressed in me got no self esteem
Hopeless to dream, low self esteem
berry white
He took his life
Cause in the cell
Getting touch every night
The Glock itches
So he squeezed very tight
Them step Kid’s scar
That’s a very
Franks
Just to blown it in the Louie store
We can make a tape girl
Just keep it on the low low
Know ya life
Ain't what it seems
Pulled up she was Gone off
down for the folks, but most niggas don't know
See jigga I'm bad
Girls put my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
Playing games at night
While the hours go by
Party all night until we see that sunrise
Playing games at night
While the hours go by
Tonight is
Don't you dare
Speak for someone you don't know
They'll feel it in the back of their throat
We know i can't constuct a poem
'Cause words like
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
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