Lyrics:
one to my daughter, than I am my sons
Do you know how hard it was to admit that?
I'm broken, and black but hell bent on being better and building
mag
If they play with me they gon be real mad
If I cut you off I do not feel bad
I’m on a different timing, but the watch say 6:27 forever
They talk it
into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothing that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with mine
You gotta feel that heat
And we
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
It's WD produced by SB
Got J to the H, on the M-I-C
Yes we, we got the M-I-C
We got the vibes
Yes we
fried tonight
And we can get blitz
And jam some Bone
And we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on
And nigga, know you feel me
I know, I know Im
that, uh
(I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk) (I can feel the funk)
Check it
I come to grips with mics
I come to grips
the truth is told
That you can get what you want or
You can just get old we
All know we have a finite period
Of time i just feel
If I'm going to be alive
I
ready so tell me how you feel (hol up)
See pimpin' ain't made nigga pimpin' ain't raised nigga
Nigga pimpin' is born
Pimpin' since its early dayz
it trill (keep it trill)
She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on da pill
And she got two more wit her ready so tell me how you feel (hol up)
See
ready so tell me how you feel (hol up)
See pimpin' ain't made nigga pimpin' ain't raised nigga
Nigga pimpin' is born
Pimpin' since its early dayz
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
I see thousands of faces People passing by
So many empty places Nothing to get me high
My eyes fell on you The most mysterious night How can I can
du sex, tromper chum et faire comme si j’t’ais dead fuck you
Pour les j’t’aimes soufflés dans l’oreille, tought it was real
Caught up in the game,
and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
You
with it, I'm telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is available
I'm disgusted as a fan, look how niggas sounding, damn
Weak
It goes crazy by the touch
When it comes out from the trigger it releases bout a bunch
Man you know that something's special and you know when its
in
Only pot for liftin
Eyes low like midgets kissing (Haha, yeah)
Keep it real when u tell me how you feel nigga
A lot of yall fake can't deal with ya
Got
To
Feel proud
(But I'm)
Focused on my enemy in case it goes down
Watch what you say cuz karma comes 'round
When you hear me already know that
great
So you've been a hater since day one
It still ain't too late to erase the hate
On Instagram, straight flexing
Hating on everybody else's bitch
Can
Mistercap
You ready again bro?
Yeah!
TGOD Mafia
Straight out of Pittsburgh, mane
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this nigga
I don't wanna
ya
Soon as I can, Imma send you some pictures
Talking that beef shit but brought
It too close to home so you wack 'em
And attach your fucking chrome
the people, I ain't someone that you should see as equal
I might just ignore her and let her feel it in the air, like Beanie Sigel, you know?
(I know depuis
passe temps
So let me know if I can come through
Yeah who cares what it comes to
I want to hold you till the daylight
So I'm just hoping you would write
or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready
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