Lyrics:
Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on
You and your mama
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (ooh), I am for real (yo mama, bitch)
Never meant
(can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (can it be that it was all so
let 'em hype you
Shit bag, give his ass a diaper (pussy)
Thirty-five hundred got him gone (yeah)
He got shanked by a lifer (21)
Put your bitch up
we lost and have no meaning
We know we need to let go
It's the end of the road, don't go back
We can get by on our own.
You and I
Just can't be
tears you're crying
Time and time again you take me back in baby
You don't have to make it plain
This is not real love
Look at us dancing baby
of syrup
Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
I got rugs by the door, Versace
smoking, feeling high
In this moment it feels so right
Lovely lady
I am at your feet
God I want you so badly
I wonder this
Could tomorrow be
So
Now you're gettin' real close
Baby, I am on the way
Now that I've got
You right here
I won't let you down, down
Don't be surprised, baby, it's
keepin' it real could get you
Any women that you want might let you
At this level of success there's hella angels and devils
Lamborghini Diablo wingspan,
feeling high
In this moment it feels so right
Lovely lady
I am at your feet
God I want you so badly
I wonder this
Could tomorrow be
So wondrous
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you
on a frozen stoop
He gets the walk-on-by from the business suit
See it happening every day, it don't have to be that way
Got a bomb for me and two for you
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
your nugget
You had the ball then you dropped it then fuck it
I open up shop on the block and I crush it
Don't let yourself be the next kiss opponent
No
Take the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeah
Let it bump, though
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
Maybe she can come help you
Maybe she can come lick you
After we're done
What's done is done
I don't want nothing else to do with it
Let me tell
I tell you I can visualize it all
This couldn't be a dream, far too real it all seems
But it was just my imagination, once again
Runnin' away
it's Luda
By the end of the night, you gon' be wantin' to marry a nigga
'Cause I make 'em erupt like volcanoes, you just shake and you shiver
Get 'em
could be the one to love
I had a dream just the other day
With blinded eyes we let
Real love guide the way
Nobody felt we had to look the same
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
hoes down
Will all the real Gs, please stand up
And let all be accounted for
And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch
Then you're rollin' with
faster than you'll ever be
And you'll have to see to be someone
Who's prey to the real thing, who prays to the moon
By howling at her shining face
maybe three.
I tell you, I can visualize it all.
This couldn't be a dream for too real it all seems.
But it was just my imagination -- once again --
weird?
Well, I don't care, that's all right
It's okay, I don't mind
I just want to let you know that I will stand by you
Through whatever might come,
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