Lyrics:
the toast, I beat niggas up
Leave him without a pulse The way I do this, Its like I got the gun
By my side like a holster I told them I'd do this like I put
Crazy to think that twenty years with you is all I'd have
Time flew by fast, I'd rewind if I could
If I could look God in the face and ask him why then I
(glee)
Come Thursday, got a Throwback
Got my own one, I'm an own man (yes)
I see P get a face in the headie (yuck)
Way too yucky
Cruisin' a Lambo
a Butterfly my newest shit
Effective rumor is the way I proven it
I'm a classic man
You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man
Callin'
di plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must (yeah)
Mi see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit
till my net is gross
Addicted to bread i collect the toast, dont talk on the net by the grams i be posted
Found my mind thought i lost it
I finally made
you know you're de man
You gotta head him off, if you still want the block
So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the Glock
All de cook
the news i dropped
My phone and cried the worst way
I was supposed to see him
On the very next day
But instead a week later
We end up putting him in his
Bitch, eat shit and die!
Good pussy's hard to find man, hell yeah!
Bitch and I want a bitch with a eyepatch!
You know what I’m sayin'? I want good
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
anybody knowin' and I would press record
And these people would wail away on each other man they would really go at it
And I captured it on tape. Also I
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
gave you my soul
I gave you all of me
I lost myself
Now I need to find my way back
Bring Me Life Back
I feel like I am a woman again
With my man
I
Hobby forget It Surpose It's The Way That We Started I Take cll That Blood I'm c Zombie Smoking c Nigga We Tat It They Smile cffer Calling Me Homie Man
to toast ya
Clee and my man John Doe-ja
We got that bump that'll shake you up
It'll wake you up like Folger's
Coffee, back up off me
Cause we be
I can hear it yeah, I can hear it
They call me Hektic
'cause the way the pain is interjected
You talk shit you gonna regret it, fuck it
You said it
Solange is on repeat
Feel like a Crane inside the fucking sky
Word to the wise bird
Banking on my name
Chase stay ahead by like five thirds
I know you hear
Through the day
Eh, I mean staring like a creeper cause you gotta peep ?er
I mean you probably might be saying you ain't jockin? either
But man, o girl
of god vans
I'm not like no other now I'm a lil flexer, cause I fell in love with the flexing
Shawty want me to slide through ima bust her down like
by other men
No pretend
This is what it is
This is what you live
Take a second to remove the dagger from your ribs
'Cause more than not
The offender's
Can't you feel by how I'm linked in?
(Ooh ah ah ah) once I get that twitch
That's how you tell that I been drinkin'
Think I fucked a lot of wives, the
Way
say I'm the problem, man you gotta have some nerve
We live attached, connected by a wall that splits the rooms
Don't save the best for the end, it's
shit
but when we come around the way I do the opposite
What's the deal with all that hypocrisy?
On the real why'all need to stop jockin we
Like
We in the sky
Seeing you Ain't in the flight plans
Uh
You know what
I need you as a hype man
When a hater pays cash
A polite Stan
They even givin' me
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