Lyrics:
We on the south side but North Phily though
Really though
Purp by the pound crack by the oz
I'm so fly all your hoes know me
It be me Oschi
Caddy truck
blunt
They blow smoke to get a rise (Please)
Love in me, ain’t never been Isley
It's more lively
Give life in rhymes, You won't diminish mine
I Run
Relieve'em of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
on you, I got my money on you
[break]
Oh, you can count on me (You can count on me)
To give the love you need
And help you up, up, up when you are down
and asked the lord like why me
People steady spilling on my name like F* the cost (ey)
Bro you tripping better hit the floor like pray to God
I am on my way
of this without you by my side
You've given me more than everything
Now I can hear the choir sing
Yes, Lord I finally feel I'm free
Cause you've brought out
hobby inspired by johnny gotti call me,
Give me the wallet because its time to collect,
V-S up in the johnny watch shining so clear
The face look
again
All through the years my mic has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna diss me, but why
them one by one
Baba God I dey beg oooo
Na beg I dey beg ooo
Don't let the devil put me to shame oo
Give me the grace to win on this race ooo
Baba God I
cant Leo-Lone baby got me stuck to you
Already know where we going Im gonna give you the moon
Tell me what Ima do (Yea)
When she aint by my side
Tell me
[Verse 1:]
I'm performin tonight you know that shit gon be packed
Pay me in advance and make sure that it's exact
My ex girl I'll probably show up
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
cases
And I ain't doing no time, for you
My life's in a whirlwind
But instead I decided to move all my things out the house
So by the time you make
her something must be wrong
With my phone
Cause my baby wouldn't hang up
On me
Mr. Telephone Man
There something wrong with my line
When I dial my
When I'm stitting on my own
And I'm feeling so alone without you
Sitting right here by my phone
Hoping that I hear a tone that's from you
Won't give
the bed to the floor to the shower
She my little flower she sweet never sour
She turning me into a star
Girl I need all your love
I never ask for much, nah
a way to meet me
Like glue you do, lil' baby, you're stuck
Don't give me bad news, just give me good luck
You don't know what to do without my love
You
make you feel so brand new
Please let me get with you
Want you to be my boo
So hear me, I would give anything
Including bank, share you a drank
Sound so
They don't give a fuck about us
Uh
They don't give a fuck about us
Catch me sliding through the city
With my hand down my pants
I'm not feeling
know me
Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me
Groovy you could call it
Hip, yeah you could call we
Fikky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies
With Elon cars
And a little birdy told me I should probably check my blue
Hundreds
You know I'm out here and I'm mean
But ain't mugging for the green
Why
FOND MEMORIES ARE MADE OF PROMISES
KEPT ALIVE BY YOUR LOVING ME
AND EACH MOMENT SPENT LOVING YOU
ADDS ANOTHER MEMORY FOR MY HEART
YOU KEEP WRITING ME
You wanna show me what you got
I wanna show you what you need
I wanna give you all my aura with no -no recipe
Watch me flick my wrist
Watch me flick
to know ya
Bonswa bonita
I know i don't have alot
But i'll give you everything i got
I'll give you my heart
Yeah you can have it all
You a flower i'll be
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