Lyrics:
Tell P and JP, both a dem a joker
But me proud a ghetto mi come outta
Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became
gorgeous every morning time
The type that holds the door when you walk by
Only type of guy your momma likes
OH!
I'm that type of guy that gets lost at sea
That would explain my wild reputation, if it's made by two different guys
Chorus
to save your lives guys are winding up deceased
Cause (Cuz) you are what you eat, hear, watch and what you think
Went from lying over beats into lying
me numb
But If you live by the gun, then you die by the gun Update double O- 1
Venmo, nah forget it
Praise the Lord and I will not forgive him
Praise
all in my bed
And that twat Leaks no Nee Nee
She say I do too much
I don't give a fuck, I flex off GP
I'm tryna get paid by the minute
I can't live how
loved guys that loved my eyes
And guys that love more than my eyes
But both of them will lie
Both leave you high and dry
First love I don't speak about
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now
Ayo Ron, turn me up a little bit
Ayo Just Blaze, you back on ya shit
Yeah
About to turn me into a motherfuckin' superhero or somethin'
From now
to say it
Where'd everybody come from?
'Cause we both know it's true
Let's take it home, big guy
I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have
I wouldn't
time, big one
Don't have to say it
Where'd everybody come from
'Cause we both know it's true
Let's take it home, big guy
I wouldn't have nothin'
Yo, you should've fucking seen me, nigga
I step through, I had the
Reagan era sweatsuit on with
The bucket and shit, nah'mean?!
The fucking Clarks
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated know what I'm sayin'?
could've sang Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da together and taught their children songs by the Beatles
And I cant imagine that the guy that wrote Imagine would've been
was the right thing to do
But after steppin' right between the girl was tellin' him to
"take a walk" as she said "little brother I'm fine"
But the guy
the same building
And he would help me with things and I would see him and think "what a cute guy"
And he was a cute guy
And it was just little by little
And hang with ya, when ya full of Patrone
And oh yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by
the guys,
Five for the hoes
Four for the lows, three: bye no hope
Two: come and go, pick another dude
I'm done so know
It's fine by me
Confide in me
Don't
I earned
And I won't accept a substitute
So persistent with it, I'm a little bugaboo
Never let nobody pick or choose
When they loving you
Played
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
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