Lyrics:
wonderland
(Christmas) The snow's coming down (Christmas)
I'm watching it fall (Christmas)
All the people around (Christmas)
Please come home (Christmas)
to the cribo
And do 'em both, double dribble
I'm colder than a hospital
She love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side
Twist her like
was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in
When I come home at night
lookin' for something
to make me feel alright
Just to tease me you hold back
uh, you shouldn't do that
I'll go crazy
put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom, please stick to a decision
Discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor,
know I tried to make it on my own
That's not the way it was meant to be
Spend my time waiting by the phone
Oh darling come back to me
I surrender,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
don't hold it against me, I mean,
Your mom will never know, baby, and I wantcha to come back to me,
I mean, do you understand me? I want you to...
I'm
monsieur, the angel of death!
Come on, come on, don't stop, don't stop.
Raoul, please come back!
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no
I've got a reason to be saying the things I say
And you know, I've got a reason to be doing the things I do
Because soon, very soon, God's coming back
While waiting to exhale I finally got on my knees
I know it's been a long time
Do you still remember my name?
Can I go back in time?
Can I have
put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom, please stick to a decision
Discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor, b-,
a note standing by the phone
Sayin', "Maybe, maybe I'll be back someday."
I wanted to look for you.
You walked in, I didn't know just what I should do
comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis, quit foldin' up
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
Walking through the fire, please don't let me go
Take me to the river, I need you to know
I'm burnin' up
Come put me out
Come and put me out
I had a gift like that
I know that I could win her back
But there's some things I can't do
So now it's up to you.
Write one for me
Put
that I fuck with you, oh
You don't know
What you do to me lately
Wanna roll one up for ya
Want you to come to the back of the club
Show some love
everything in my power
To never, ever say, "Please come back to me"
But I got to say
I didn't mean to do
All those things to you
Tell me what to do
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
on the road later on
In case I wanted to catch a ride back
I got out and sat down by
The side of the road
Feeling sick and looking mighty pale
I don't remember
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