Lyrics:
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[Hook: Madam D]
I just can't go on
Feelin' the way I feel
I just can't go on
Fellin' the way I see, ooh
[Prodigal Sunzini]
Oh what a beautiful
What I want from you is a little attention
Take that drive to you a sex mission
Feeling intrigued by your conversation
Jupiter and Mars making love
Wussuh, wussuh?
What's crackin' nigga? Chillin'
Where ya punk ass nigga at?
He in the trap, ya know
Oh yeah? Yeah, come through
Dat's what it is
Givenchy, Givenchy
With double F's on me, no Fendi
My niggas ain't feelin' their bitches
They put on the ski mask, they leavin' no witness
My wrist just be
a lot of dough, and a little bit of time
Bitch I wanna fuck, I don't wanna know what's on ya mind
Infamous up in this, you know how we get down
Is
gettin lity
turn the moon indigo
trips made out by the L
always cruisin real slow
its never that hard to tell
its always better to know
Feelin the vibe
a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Be
Wussuh, wussuh?
What's crackin' nigga? Chillin'
Where ya punk ass nigga at?
He in the trap, ya know
Oh yeah? Yeah, come through
Dat's what it is
I've watched you cry
More tears than I could force Floated by
Not seeing what I had left Bird's eye
My mother's garden grows taller than me now
I ain’t feelin’ y’all nah
Yeah yeah yeah
No they ain’t come around
Yeah
I ain’t feelin’ y’all ya never come around
They ain’t never change they never
shiver from head to toe
Move my waistline side to side
Come on, push up on me, I'm feelin' hot tonight
What I gotta do to get a little closer to you,
feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And I know you hoes wanna roll with me
I shoot by the bar - place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn water
I head
understand
I am ya man
my lil bunny
Can't wait to put carrots just up in ya hand.
I cannot strand
Blinded by love so this love that I feelin I cannot just ban
fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin' for the poetical Satan?
Creatin' slaughters, runnin' through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?
Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath
life
Like love, it ain't no way no one can rise above what's real
That's why I'm feelin' like you're makin' me bugged
I puff an El on fifty deuce
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cyo Brick rap bitch breakin niggas into sissy's
Clear
I'm sayin'
And do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Know what I'm feelin'
Know what I'm feelin'
Ok the spotlights off, microphones off
Never worry though
when I'm aimin at these rappers I go right for the head
Ya skull torn all gore when I'm slicin ya neck like it's cardboard
Encore what I'm dying to get
a tattoo on your body, uh
Run up what I can, just by myself
Don't need nobody, uh
And before I tell you, "No"
I'll tell everybody, "Yes"
Taking care of them
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[Hook: Madam D]
I just can't go on
Feelin' the way I feel
I just can't go on
Fellin' the way I see, ooh
[Prodigal Sunzini]
Oh what a beautiful
b-boys, dem dere and we in here
Yeah, ya know, from the Southside of Chicago
And we don't front
Who me? I am Twilite Tone
Babylon dread, Bumstead,
da funk
A put it up
A put it up
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
If ya got that feelin
Slam dunk da funk
A put it up
A put it up
By now you
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
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