Lyrics:
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
a little bitty puppy yet
Well, I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend
The thing to do was leave you, but I should'a left then
Now I'm too old
smokin, up the shrubery
I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery
Produce organic from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and growing's not
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Go
This shit went on long enough, was patient now I'm rushin' (pew)
I'm the boss, can't vote me out, won't go like David Ruffin (won't go)
This
on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in them stores yet
Donatella on the corset, pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends
nest for you I'll do my best,
Stand by you like a tree, dare anybody to try and move me.
Darlin' in you I found strength where I was torn down
Don't know
good friends; just not good friends of mine
I've been kicked out and said I quit
Then I said, "I had enough" and "This is it"
All I wanted was just one
children
And the old people were smiling
Do you miss me, would you know me at all
If you walked by my house...
Would you smile and turn the corner?
She said
All of my bitches got friends, yeah
All of my bitches got friends
And they bad, they bad, so we good
It's enough for the clique, word
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
Sunday morning at the little church down the street
I was sitting in the congregation I was listenin' to the preacher preach
Yeah, we had a good
My friend showed me pictures of his kids
And all I could show him was pictures of my cribs
He said his daughter got a brand new report card (card)
breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more
Lookin' back on how it was
In years gone by
And the good times
you're so happy
And ooh, it just sets me free
And I'd like to see us as good friends
As we used to be
Ah, ah, ah my love, ah, ah, ah
You're in love
an eagle protects his nest for you I'll do my best,
Stand by you like a tree, dare anybody to try and move me.
Darlin' in you I found strength where I was
got me speedin' in the fast lane
Pedal to the floor Mayne
Tryna get back to her love (her love)
Best believe she got that good thang
She my little
tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move and my fingers they are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend
her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before, it's yesterday once more
Lookin' back on how it was in years gone by
And the good times that I
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
restin' done, that's true
So I do my best, as best I can
Thinkin' big and making plans
And wondering where them trains are rolling to
Lay down your
best friend to the end
I hope to see you again so I could let you know
How I feel and what the deal is from the door
Thought I was slipping but you
by my side,
One day I'm a make you my wife, baby.
I was excited, cause I was falling, falling in love with you.
Now that I've fallen, what am I gonna
the whole routine and performed it for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me
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