Lyrics:
One voice singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Singing so they hear what's on your mind
And when you look around you'll find
There's
Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm runnin' away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is dick for days and insults for decades
buryin' my thug passion
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
You got me drippin' wet
You can give it all up for a place in the sun
When the postman calls we'll be miles away
On a plane to New York and another day
(Divided by
're very special
You do something to me
It's a feeling I never felt
You've got it all
You got it all it all
You've got (You've got)
You've got it all ( Got
(All I want is you, the one I want)
(All I want is you, the one I want)
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's
started hating
All my dawgs got locked up
And some got probation
We were still getting it
You know I gotta patient
They don't shot me
I'm here cause i knew
I've been tryna give it to you all night
What's it gonna take to get you all alone?
I just want you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my
three Jordan's in my closet
Gotta pay to prove that you make the rules by the bank you make in your deposit
I got shit to lose cause I made it through
in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
daddies(East Point)
It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint)
Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that nigga down in
South (uh, uh)
So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck
'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up
Now my man from up North,
a lot of people changing right before my eyes
Tell me that you got me, but I know it's all lies
So, when it goes down there ain't not tears in my eyes
I
(whoa-ooh)
These drugs really got a hold of me
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow
(whoa-ooh)
These drugs really got a hold of me
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
ever leavin'
Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
You got V12, I got 12 V's
Got bottles, got weed, got molly
I'm all the way up
Shorty
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
over between you and me
It's not over, I don't want to be free
I don't wanna, I don't wanna be free
What has been joined by God (by God)
By God (by
don't know what to do
I got Italian on my side and I know that it's true
So, things get good before you talk to my friends
You fuck on all my girls. You
paulie by the dresser got
Paulie by the dresser
Baby this my special
Take that paulie and that hypno then you mix that bih together
Put you on another
the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby
What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it
But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
Just put her on blast
whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (yo, Em spit that shit)
We all die one
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