Lyrics:
just got older, still on the corner with they pride
Well let me tell niggas something, I'm so glad you alive
Long as you got a breathe, a pulse, nigga
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
(Drive slow, drive)
'Cause nowadays bitches fuck niggas to get some dough (Drive, drive)
And errbody itchin' to figure a way to blow
As long as you
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
you?
Stay out of folks business if
It don't involve you when you on the grind
Be careful who you talk to
I've been grinding so long that
I think my balls
whips now
Drive by shoot from pole position
Shooting shots on intuition
Shooting blind like superstition
Still can't make you see the vision
If you were
Friends, will you bear with me today
For I have awakened
From a dream in which a robin
Made with its shabby wings a kind of veil
Behind which it
Chillin with a friend watching them become an acquaintance. Oh so yours phone your best friend now, aint it? As long as your up to date
to slow it down with you
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love
hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!
Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby
you asking my ex to go send you some shit?
When I was still with the bitch
It's crazy how they always switch
Fuck that ho and she a eater
Drive around
your keys
With friends like that you don't need enemies
You wonder how long it was all going on
And you're still not sure if you're glad he's gone
your keys
With friends like that you don't need enemies
You wonder how long it was all going on
And you're still not sure if you're glad he's gone
drive their Mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch
Or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason
These are my ghosts: Uncle
thinkin' about my opps
Thinkin' how can I stop me a nigga when he breathin'
When a nigga play with me, I ain't lookin' for my phone
I ain't finna drive
ridin' with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that's my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh
I think you are flawless, true perfection
He
am
Quick to slay with the rectifier shit, caught by the ricochet nigga
"I got to know"
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you
I want
In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
Oh, you're the one I want
I want to drive away with you
I want your complications too
in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homie
He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie
Drive slow homie, drive slow homie
You
You know, always on the way, never there
People stare blank when we drive by
We just wave back and drive by
Read a ton of books now they won't listen
near
the assimilation site. They were guarded by monstrous,
misshapen denizens of this shrouded netherland, who
constantly harangued the inmates with
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
a long time gone
Good too see you my old friend
Oh and now that sun has gone away
Replaced instead by silver rays
Of moonlight falling on the avenue
a long way and see how far
Knock Knock trying to see where it ends the hotel room with you and your friends
Knock Knock trying to see where it ends
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