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Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
so many cant just pick one ho
Fuck it eenie meanie mine mo Ill pick a ho like by the toe
And give her a foot you already know
P r o m o
I might take
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
you up
I wanna kiss you but you aint got no tongue
it's just me and you and a bottle of booze (lets get drunk)
at the bottom of a six foot grave
shit, I still ain't got my point across
Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn't have said he wrong
Fuck what they say, that's understood,
the tooler
My drank tucked in the cooler
PMO like tutor
Spinning with no shooters
Come and step yo foot in
Pussy pink, I bruised it
Pop three pinks, I'm booted
weak shit
Keep my foot up on your neck until you can't breathe bitch
Rumors got you fooled truth will have you missing
Wrong move will get her fkd I
summer, clouds met water
And I met goals set when I started
Way back in khakis and collars
I'm keepin' my foot where I got it, yeah
Fly through options
Pick
dawg
I'm sorry dawg
But you goin out the wrong way
Hoes don't like it dawg
I'm sorry dawg
But you goin out the wrong way
I can tell by your lifestyle
a girl in pink suspenders
And her buz-whams were stupendous
Like two bald-headed men sitting side by side
She wore a BRA SIZE 45 and she could jump
Foot on they neck what they talkin bout
We ain't fallin out
She be drivin me crazy
This money be all I be counting up
Call up the cellular
I need
killer must lie on there own sword
Right or wrong
Say they love me to death well they ain't wrong
Think I wanna feel like this?
Bury my kid but somehow
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hanging by a thread
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Two steps back
One foot closer to the edge
Worn out souls tap dancing
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
some Pink Rozay
I can't trust nobody ya he probably want his lick
Drop a tap, roll out a slab medicating cuz' I'm sick
Been through storms and some
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
I got killers on my line don't test me
Shit can get real like besties
Got my foot up on they neck like vvs
Diamonds do a dance that's 3D
I got
the truck
I guess that's just my luck
Think I need a rabbit foot
Four leaf clover, ladybug
I just need something good
Turn this luck around it's tough
Late
always like this, I've forgotten
It's already been too long (Already been too long)
Watching city lights fly by as a kid
Now it's my foot on the gas going
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
pint by tomorrow, yeah
She don't touch my cup, she know this drank on my heart, yeah
Different type of flex, I like to buy and don't post cars, yeah
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