Lyrics:
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
this line, "Damn, him already?
Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my, niggas up above
When it, cracks through
we're bound to retrieve it
Lee, get over here
What is it?
Is that Adam
Just sailed by Devil's Ridge, us scoundrels we like to
What?! What are you both
God you're showing off (If you could just be faithful)
Yes he is, yes he is, yes he is, yes he is
Prayed to the Lord on a good night
I got
you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
as well go
And let the whole world know
He is God all alone
Trip Lee: Okay, He's gracious, great
He's way too good (too good)
Can't believe that He made
necesita una poca de gracia
(Para bailar lala)
When the night was gone
And the land was dark
Oh stand oh oh stand by
Ba ba ba ba barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat,
when
Look
Lil mama she fell for the kid from The Bay, yeah
I rent that space inside her head but I ain't gotta pay
Every time she time walk by my way
I'm
Now Ludacris out the gate and
Damn it it's hunting season
When you shot remember everything
Happens for a reason
And you never hit it right: that's
Why
as good as you'll ever be
Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically
'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V
Killing
your mama know you see me, does she know you're freaky?
Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get
you waan, but don't deady, deady
So bawl fi your mama, fi your papa
Me no matter by time the police come
The dance done already, again
Me tun up
a party, got to have a rap
So when the party's over, you're making it home
And trying to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleeping ya start
now
It's better it's better when you're here
Here woo
Bae swear I'm on the way
Beside a good man a good woman I relate yeah
Bae swear I'm on the way
you up
Your love is like a drug
I cant get enough
I'm only happy when I feel your touch
Feel your touch
I know that you're no good
And I should give you
was raised good by her mama, always did good deeds
She like to smoke that weed every once in a while. In the back of the Cadillac, now she's going out
and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving
and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving
don't respect you and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
no one left
I dropped on my knees go to God prayer
All the pain you felt felt that by yourself
Never asked for help play the card you’re dealt
When
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