Lyrics:
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
the way so what more to discuss
I be eating that pussy like it was some brunch
On me they be saying four play is a must
I make her cream while she
find, I let 'em shine like Tron
Press the demo and pass it person to person, yeah, it's on
Watch it spread like Omicron, bringin' the DOOM like Victor
bending over counting guala but I’m boud to stroke it
If I ever did you wrong would you come expose me
If I fucked another bitch baby tell me would you hoe
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
Heart plays in ways the mind can't
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
This is how we
times don't wait and go
You gotta' take control
Those fools don't want to be home
You can do anything that you want to do
All you got to do is to put
like the demo make a new one tomorrow
When its time to rise Ill open the archives
When you be in dreams you got 85s
Chrome down with the leather
And I eeen really stroke it got lil mama open
Yeah I'm loving the way that she poke it
Look at the way that she get on her knees
She know that I know
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
by the s**t ton
Feed my symptoms heart beating like a kick drum
Deep breath chest feeling like it's bonded
The fact I made it this far is just honestly
have a Stroke
Got blue ting and she's coming in thick
Taking her home and hitting it raw
Leave necks red I ain't talking hicks
Got this silver but I
the light
How many verdicts come down
Before I make it right
All these nights alone
Will they rob me of hope
All the lights above
Will they lead the way home
heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
help but to get him all hell
Know this war I can't win by myself
Nah I can't vote, I'll do it myself
Can't sell my soul, do it myself
And it's all
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
freakin' live show
You feel the tension
The eyeballs in your socket can't
Comprehend how I rock it, you can't stop it
You like the way that I live it, you
disrespect you
Nigga write about it
I know some pussy nigga scared
Probably ripe off it
Me a stroke and a car by myself
You know we just there holding
taste that sweet thang
They call me the honey bee
Ima grab you by ya throat
While I tell you to cum for me
Beat her from the back
She be like it's
Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's
The birth is comin' through
Listenin' to cut, old school laughin'
Tremblin when it came down the shoot?
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yo
Always beginnin'
rude, if I stay, you'll remain asleep
It's no use to talk on the phone until I make it home
By the time I hit the interstate, you'll be asleep
Either way
I want a Ngunu and then Sephora
Is that a David or a Gert or a Bouwer for a bag
Bag Bag bag, bag it up
That's the only way I want to run around with
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