Lyrics:
You are loved by your friends, like us
And don't you ever think that you have no use in life
Because you made us so happy and you gave us all
what
You would call her
And her father died for Allah
And she took her shahadah
By product lifting her god up
Her sister was Beanie
And my brother was
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
hearing this, I just got a new fan
Thanks Michelle for raising this man
Haven't made it but I'm doing what I can
Had to go back to this flow
Because it's so
(Fuck it)
While I’m here I’m raising hell
Tell that bitch to back up
K Michelle
I don’t think that she gon’ take it well
Couple thousand that I made
Yi critical mass, uyizwa nge smell
Whipping round' Jozi, I ain't by myself
I'm presidential, I'm sure you can tell
Plus all of my bitches are fly
novela
Soap opera shit
These are days of our pies
So many RN's I done made
Waitresses I done saved
The blow dryer bar for bitches who ain't learn
and the army
Uh, you see the hits? Lightwork
Long sentence, got bars, I'm a lifer
I just do it for the kids like Michelle Pfeiffer
I'm gettin' paid, me
[Michel'le]
Can't you see
I, wanna be loved by you
Nobody else but you
(You.. yeahh!) You!
All I need is
is to be loved by you
Cuz nobody else will
the sun anymore
But I don't mind
Your by my side
And I feel fine
Hey Michelle
You're to young to be alone
Hey Michelle
Is your heart still made of stone?
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
you can see it on my face
Don't wanna be a wait, just wanna be great Got some people gon' hate, tryna get in my way
Fuck it, I spice up, this shit by
the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet Michelle
make me a believer
Aye
She a bad bitch no procedures
Aye
Shawty made me a believer
Aye
She a bad bitch no procedures
Aye yo
She a bad bitch no procedures
used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
morning, have some bomb-ass cock,
Feelin' like the man as I shake the spot.
Freaked the girl named Tameka,
Made my bass thump deepah.
My girl
of of this poo situation, cadillac down route sixty poo
I made my poo mistakes, but me and my baby gonna leave my poo behind (Hey, fuck off)
*Gibberish
I Luv Michelle (My First Lady) LuV
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. clways remember, you have within you the strength, the patience,
that's the last one?
Yeah, nah
I um
Nah pull up that uhh
I got one more
Michelle, close the door
Yeah
I got one more it's
It's for my niggas
Nah just, I
invaded by Italy
Right side Paris left side flaggin'
Paper is is my main chick me and money married
And that's all a nigga know bitch
That's why
morning, have some bomb-ass cock,
Feelin' like the man as I shake the spot.
Freaked the girl named Tameka,
Made my bass thump deepah.
My girl
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