Lyrics:
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
yourself, looking at Kendrick videos
Jump on the Internet, watching his interviews
I don't know what the fuck, lately got into you
Tell me who love you, I
with myself, kick it with myself
By myself
I don't need no help, I don't need no help
No one else
Leave me by myself watch what I'ma do
It won't
Y T E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell, only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy
was in his shoes.
I found me a new nigga this year.
That know's how to handle this here.
Now I look forward to goin' home at night.
Brother does mo
Robyn Stone, what's good girl, yeah!!!
Sent me some motivational words of encouragement man
So this is for us yo! Yes indeed this is for us
We're going
Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show
Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'?
Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive
That shoulda
niggas but readin' be makin me sleepy (hey!)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggas stuck on one and them I ran by
Claimin' they fly but
or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly s***, my n**** here we go
You know it's Digga lookin pretty in the video
the streets up in your Jeeps, or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga, here we go
You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With
Y T E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell, only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
wifey tries to convince me
That she shouldn't have got married
From the Galaga bugs to the amateur thugs
To the punk rock chicks that
Can't handle my hugs
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
G-Unit man, G-Unit video games
G-Unit everything man
When, every magazine stand you walk
By you're gonna see me
Every time you turn on your TV, you're
me at high noon right by the saloon got some business to handle be back with my platoon
Meet me at high noon right by the saloon got some business
Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much
The way she smile, her face look pretty, though
Hands is soft, feet, no calysses
Her father owned
I smoke good like a Rastaman
All around me, I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating
Until my belly stick out as far
to admit
It's off the handle
But that's cool with me
Live like an animal
But still have a taste for
Expensive sushi
I get by on the lies
But I cry out for
a rhyme, I kick my feet up
to let you know, everything's under control
Under surveillance, takin over your soul
So let me handle this, gettin
누구보다 더 자유롭게
이 거리를 걸어가
그저 가진 것 없이
허세 부리는 녀석들과는 달라
Oh Step by step
한 걸음씩 내디딜 때마다,
모든 시선이 내게 향할 때
입꼬리만 올리지
I can't handle it because I'm cool
두 눈이
the bed
I am the sun
I am the sun
Hug, hug and warm everyone
I am the sun
I am the sun
That man behind me
I think he's a serial killer
As he drives on by
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
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