Lyrics:
two generous guys but yeah
Someone blessed me
With some gum, a Now and Later
And a Jawbreaker today yeah!
As a Man
I woke up still feeling fucked up
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
You ain’t gotta say it I can tell by how you’re staring that you trying to get sexed
Yeah you
Cuz imma read ya body like a script
Knowing everything
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
the white girl
I’m driving Mrs daisy nigga play with me
He gon be pushing on daisies
I’m tryna fuck today
Girl I’m kinda impatient
But if she say she love me
celebrated... we went out and celebrated the first single being
recorded.
But just before we did this, recorded the song. Steve said to me, he said, "don't you
supposed to be
I mean no diss to Adam, Eve
But we'll be better & that's on me
We'll make our clothing out of leaves
& build our houses upon the trees
I'll
peace my Grammy she was everything to me
Now she in the stone I feel Ice when I breathe
L.I.F.E
I live for you you live for me
Never thought you go
I
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
boy anthem
I pour to this, yea, ooo fill my cup to this
Puna boy anthem
Wasn't even Going jump onto this mix
But you know your island girl ain't no
fears, an engineer and the logarithms
Took a bite from Adam's apple, had to grab the throat
And now my knowledge ending the fear, by logging these rhythms
girl don't keep saying to me (uh)
What I'm feelin' (uh) is make believe (uh)
Got me drunk in the club with two, bad ladies and I'm acting a fool
But I
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
on my line stressing me today
Please stop trying me before I load one in the K
Look I’m not a kid I don’t f*cking play
This ain’t house party
You are
ya (whoo!)
In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple
Pull up in the candy car, eatin' a candy bar
And my girl eatin' a candy apple
Yeah, I line
on everything
You're doing your best get it in, there's no room to hate
Woke up about noon it was like 7
I don't know but girl you so bad
Looking like you from
enough of me
I smother you, I'm 'bout to jump off the edge
But you won't break me
You'll just make me stronger than I was
Before I met you, I bet you
their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way
Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,
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