Lyrics:
broke they ain't have no love for me (they had no love for me)
So i take this shit day by day (yeahh)
My man got that wet like a puddle uh (yeah)
We hit
saying "he's so stunning".
And all of your friends piss their pants, as soon as I talk to them, they're wet like "bieber-fans".
I guess you need
Let's talk bout you and me
Let's talk about bubbles in the tub
Pruitt Pruitt
By the end of the night I bet she say my
By the end of the night I bet
a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin' alright
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Nobility
The garden of hate
Heart of the people
And of their fate
Milestones and legions,
wet by five seas.
Signs in the sky of a tormented peace.
Surrounded by niggaz but now mutha fuckaz down to waste your back.
Chorus
Death row is bitches
Wanna be gangstas
Them niggaz just snitches
Death row is
pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but
will save the girl I love
By that love I hold for Bessie
I will see that somethin's done!
Not one minute he delayed
When this brave resolve was made
Drop the bomb, ring the alarm
We are here to do bodily harm
Now grab your girl and run along
'Cause she'll be with me by the end of the song
Ayo
Life's too short to even care at all oh,
I'm losing my mind losing my mind losing control
These fishes in the sea they're staring at me oh, oh
A wet
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
is ringin'
My paint job is wet, my chrome is gleamin'
I feel like a vet ballin' on these rookies
An old-school bully, you must have played hooky
I
rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Muh'fuckers want to wet me still, I remain y'all
it come to this dope, blood, money
And guns i'm something like a triple threat
Power make her triple wet
The devil wears Prada
She loving that new
don't know now you know
My flow you pick like an afro
Wet like Soul Glo
Uh, you don't stop
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
and still keep from gettin' wet up
You know, it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Said it ain't no hope for
am I? You ask
The guy with the razzmatazz with ten duffel bags packed with pazazz
In the past cut twice by the ladies of my life
(and the wounds)
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
consider
Nah, I'll be doin' me lokin, keepin' these bad bitches open
And keeping them wet yep, see cause Long Beach right by that ocean
Sippin' that gin
a shark, I ate the fish
I got no heart, I hate that bitch
You hate that bitch, well I hate that bitch
Will jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by
nightmares into wet dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho,
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
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