Lyrics:
Oh my God, Ronnie
Be honest with yourself, you're the Last from what's called real
Niggas wanna put on whole face Masks, thinking they resemble
clfredo is afraid
Of these changes that are made
That make it more unlikely for a white boy to get paid
clfredo is afraid
Grandpa, he got laid
By
for one but it's harder to play when you can't have fun.
chorus
Heeeeeeeeeey, you talking out the side of your neck.HEEEEEEy your gonna get what's
Ah, ah
I'm in love with what's your name (Tell me what's your name, what's your name baby)
I'm not here to play no games (I ain't playin no games
toll
Open up your contacts, then scroll
("hey what's up daddy? ")
Welcome to my diary, hmm
Where should I begin?
Finna get a swisher and fill it
With
feel like your life falling apart
Gotta let your light shine bright outta the dark
No matter what I'll never compromise my art
Yeah, yeah
Just follow
surveyor
Now y'all ain't heard? You better go ask your mother
That your sister's being dicked by Marquis, your brother
My seven bizzos...
Seven days, seven
and
Gritty to each other
What would your mother think
Smotherin your brother?
I see you sink, into another level
Dancin with the devil turn up the bass
Cause
the mackin' game)
Ain't nothing but the mackin' game
Somebody get De De, she's out of control
(O oh)
You want me to what? Sing in your ear?
That's funny fire
and that, like this and that
It's like this why'all, it's like that why'all
[E.S.G.]
What's up D-Gotti
[D-Gotti]
What up E.S.G
Do you want to come
to dashin'
I mastered the game, accurate aim put two in you
Slappin' your dame, jump back in the range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin' the floor like
that call me big bro
This shit is wild, they glorifyin' industry niggas now
Ain't Ronald McDonald rich? So what? He's still a clown
Yeah, I would
you're wild
Tone down your style
The radio jocks are all pop
So how the fuck this nigga know what shit to rock?
The shit that make your face turn
a band
He's a whole lot like you daddy you're gonna like him
He's a good man
At times lonley sneaks up on me
But I'm getting by
Yeah I know what you've
anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call
wing, we bling joy
What's the math on the balance is miraculous
Seventeen karats at my ears, what's gold? Your shit's embarassin'
I'm undisputed, you
girl's at my door, I told ya bro
Salt me, I take what's yours, that's the rules though
The big leagues, how can game go outta style
Boy you foul, slicin
nigga, get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim
Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same
[Keith's rhyme]
Baby, can you feel my love?
I got my shorts on-
And I'm taking them off
Now when I saw your face I'm a believer
Hey what you got
and the dieing..
Think about it...
[CHORUS]
When I think about the days gone by,
All the times.. You wish that you could fly away,
To clear blue skies.. Just
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Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like
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