Lyrics:
the Al Green up in a bag
I make her scream, I'm Mr. Felcher
Yeah, while she cooking Hamburger Helper
She on the pole she Santa's helper
It ain't
Cray-Z, Cray-Z, Cray-Z
Pull up
Who got that true love
Yea yea
Baby hit my line I said pull up
Said that on the one who got that true love
And I just
on the ground, I lay, on the red curb, off the road
Headlights of the car flash by, I'm sure you're in the green with her
Alex, oh Alex
Go easy now, my brain has
wonder if you lying
You say you know how I feel I wonder if you do
Tell me that you love me wonder if it's true
You know I be lonely I just wanna be with
Letter came to Marie's door
That had sailed across the sea
Sent by her true love saying
"Love come rendezvous with me"
Now she jumped on her
love is found
Winters are for finishings
True love stands its grounds
Now I hear no happy songs
Birds have all gone south
Bright green pastures
gotta watch for the fake love
Make up
You can tell homie to take off his make up
Every day
Yea I gotta ride
Fuck a hoe
They ain't by my side
You say you
I love you momma, I love you momma
[Verse 1]
Wish I could holla at you physically
Listen ma picture me shitting, came far from chopping crack in
true love
You will know it
By her smile, by the look in her eye
Scent of pine trees in the air
Never knew a day so fair
It makes you feel so good
true love
You will know it
By her smile, by the look in her eye
Scent of pine trees in the air
Never knew a day so fair
It makes you feel so good
ain't got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move the crew
I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see
shootin when we shot
Use to showing love to my dog through a green dot
If I don't know you I'm serving you rerock
They put the cuffs on my wrist like
low
In a black (yeah) rag Sixty-four, hmm
Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean (way clean)
Bangin' that real shit, nigga like Al Green
I'm
low
In a black (yeah) rag Sixty-four, hmm
Rollin' down the street lookin' way clean (way clean)
Bangin' that real shit, nigga like Al Green
I'm
By the water-side I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet
Songs to rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the banks green edge it
Forever Girl
Down by the deep blue sea
The hills filled with grass so green
In a flower bed she laid
She told him he’d be alright
But she was
Chorus
I love you momma, I love you momma
Verse 1
Wish I could holla at you physically
Listen ma picture me shitting, came far from chopping crack
hard
Lord, I'm going home to live on the mountain
She got me in the mood and loves it when I'm rhyming
A true version of perfection, hair blowing in
or streets you can choose
Love my city sayin peace from the booth
This melanin
Yeah its special and true
It’s true,
Racing to the bag
It’s just
within
We should probably meet
In all honesty I fell in love before ngikubone for that walk on the beach
Lo wath' uthand' al'boni
Wayeqinisile
I thought I
Katy, little lady, and I love her
And you might have heard of daddies who would dote upon their girls
Who get wrapped around their fingers by the tossing
when she made my heart bleed
It never was to me because love's like roses
The thorns hurt, but I never noticed
Then the sun hit your poses
True colors
I'm feeling RED L.o.v.e
Look at all this GREEN now I need trees
Chasing that BLUE for the family
These the only colors that I see
Use all 3
Yeah) with a pocket full of green
I’m grinding making hits in the studio (Yeah Yeah) we gotta tour over seas
I’m showing the love for my people (Yeah
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