Lyrics:
don't have it)
Funny, you got a lot of books here-
(Yes, we do, but we don't have
David Coperfield with one p
By Edmund Wells) are you quite sure?
never had
Baby, I'm your man (don't you know that?)
Baby, I'm your man
You bet!
If you're gonna do it, do it right (right)
Do it with me
If you
it's your dad's shirt?
Tom: Hey uh, just like every other band we
Believe in a safe form of sex
Don't we Mark? That we do so Mark will
Tell you about
i get it you know we all frustrated
Yall like oh why dont you drop more music
You go kinda hard you know
Like you couldve been famous and i just tell
You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine
the song
I actually did not know that it would get to
The point that grandmothers are
Talking about it
You know? Like why did I give
Them that level
homie
Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me?
Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be
So let yourself go and get right with me
I'm
you rock wit' it (groove wit' it)
Do ya thing, come close wit' it (groove wit' it)
And don't worry 'bout a damn thang (and don't worry 'bout a damn
'all bitches
Right Back 4 Da Summer i Told y'all bitches
I'd be straight by the summer
III ain't got nothing else to tell you
Promise I'll be straight while
'all blowing steam with these dreams that y'all overselling
Saved by the prayers from Helen
My melodies from heaven
Just pray my records selling
Cause ain't no
these niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for
hard to comprehend, I know
So I spill it onto microphone
Don't need you, I'll survive alone
I made it through from skin and bones, you wouldn't know
In
shit to my face like you got it all straight
I don’t really know why that you think you’re so great
Sayin all this shit like I’m a motha fuckin fake
But
Don't Rain on my Parade
by Bob Merrill and Jules Styne
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Play Casts, and Jordan
When it comes to the peeps to shout out
You know I know there's more and
Even Helen and Brady I'm adorin'!
(Don't ignore it!)
For
together that shit there could end
So why am I already rushing this thing?
Wait is it a thing?
It could be a fling
You could be my first and i could be your
for me, nigga
Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit
When the lights shut off
And its my turn to settle down
My main
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
flirt wit all y'all
Yeah, yeah homie u say she ya girlfriend
But when I step up to her I'm be like cousin
Believe me man, this is how them playas do it in
Hennessy by the liter
I'm deffer than Helen Keller in the club
With earplugs in VIP right beside the speaker
I know you gettin mad cuz you not me wit a pen
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
you fuckin' a boss (Haha)
Yeah, chopper loaded, lock and loaded, snitchin', I do not condone it
Pop his dome in, I don't know shit, I keep goin'
green
Jonesboro, Louisiana goons on that dumb shit
Just because you got that chain
Nigga you don't run shit
I show you how we do it
This nigga he be
you feel right
I would give anything the fortune I made
To bring back the days that the feeling was so right
Why don't it feel like it felt
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