Lyrics:
you're doing in my nut,
And do you think I care?
Say what you say,
Do what you do
Feel what you feel,
As long as it's real
I said take what you take
here, we don't fight fair
My buzz big, like Lightyear
You ain't real, shorty, you can't stand here
Friends, fans and family here
Outfit real, live with no
Redneck Paradise
And the things we like don’t cost a lot of money
Good foot stompin’ music gets us by
Measure up our wealth in friends and family
and you're fine
And I want you to be mine
Fly girl, fly girl
Have no fear, your heart is in good hands
Won't you let me be your man?
All my friends are
bitch (oh yeah)
Cause good game I'm talk it and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like Crips
I lay my feet upon the path and I
won’t U ride, (so won’t U ride)
Come and ride with me
VERSE 2
I can tell by the way that you’re looking at me (looking at me)
U wanna tear me down like
Hey man, I hope you're doing good
My life changed and I miss you, if I could
Be with you in a moment, for sure I'd be there
I learned, look: « Don't
"It's a work trip in Dominican"
She knows I'm sinning again, she knows
Good God, damn, I can't get shit by you
I can't be sleepin' on you
I wanna put some
ambition
Past the streets we see past the image
Cause you're the last friend by the
Grave of the prison hall
And you're the first friend to tell
'em to be
Or if you're a friend to me
But that one-man band by the quick lunch stand
He was just playin' real good for free
Nobody, I say nobody, nobody stopped
it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
Don't be put off by my quick-wordedness
I'm generally
forget about the deen, Sirat al-Mustaqim
Yo, it's about a thing, uh, yo
If you feel real good wave your hands in the air (yo, yo, what? What? What?)
be there
Some, they come and they go like a wave
But good friends, you know they always stay
People rise and they fall like the tide
But the real
tryna stunt but they so fake
In the club with they bitches but all they do is hate
Chorus: I’m so good on all the fake friends
So good on all
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it,
at last
Now you can’t escape
You’re mine!
My dear friend
Dear Alma
My one and only Almerl
My good angel
I am so much with you at night
I think I can smell
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
The one person you're not blaming is you for your mistakes
Like gosh, this shit is so fake
KingJeremy15 here for the good vibes
Sticking to the real ones,
a smile
I could tell you're something different after linking for a while
Your friends said I get around but that's not true
Cos I don't care about a girl
I thought you would stay bright, but now you want to play fight
With men, and Len, your real close friend
But you wouldn't be his friend if his
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
Feeling real good
think I'll drink some wine
Reminisce on driving down the freeway
A few good times
A real good life
True love that was had and felt
halls
And I'll play if you have some money
Or if you're a friend to me
But that one-man band by the quick lunch stand
He was just playin' real good
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