Lyrics:
There was Jesus to save me
He always forgives my sin
There's no other I'd rather be
I can speak every day with you
You're my best friend to talk to
Your
that song won't make me cry anymore (no, no, no)
One day, I'll get up off the bathroom floor (hey, yeah)
Oh, piece by piece, I'll be restored
But
cambiandolo a euros
No te has dado cuenta me he ido al extranjero
Straight outta Brighton, nena
Rich or die, lo llevo en las venas
One more fight, tu dale
Bobby builds a spaceship in his backyard
Susan never works for free
Sam ain't got a sense for fashion
He's a lot like you and me
Lizzy never
she don't gotta pay
You cute tonight but please don't think you coming when I leave LA
Okay just suck me up then suck my blood like he forgot mosquito
believe in love
Tell me can anything last forever
Life can live up to love
Got a hand on my heart gonna stay in heaven
You're gonna make me, make me
You'll find him with his legs crossed on the corner of the street
Waving his sign up high for every soul to see
He never gives a clue that he's not
hot topic
I'm in tropics
Hit you with that glizzy make you stop it
Oppa pull up on me i'm ready to start some problems
So i slapped him snatched his
Ain't tryna lose mine so you know I keep it on me
You know I gotta shine like a World Cup goalie
Going for the trophy
I be chilling, I be cooling, I be
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
promise as a bride
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'
Although you're grievin', don't think of leavin'
Now that I need you by my side
Wait along, (wait
You know what west coasts niggas is gon' tell me?
This is too west coast.
Doing my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go
Blessings running over
Everything we need
Blessings running over ya
Obese pockets it don’t really make you rich ya
Trust me I was eating good up on my ship ya
I'm in my bag while you pussies get personal
He got a mask and the metal get surgical
I'm in the trap until I crush a bird or two
I'm getting money
to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
Coming kama-kize, sparking this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop
nigga, no, I ain't slippin'
Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't
And if he know, what keep me little
Think you know, I think it later
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
There's never been a nikka this good
Since hov done said it
Guess he was wrong I'm here
Them others can't compare
CEO shit grand closing
Paying
to the band?
As I sing the silent song
Mime each lonely word
Please listen to the man he said that it could be the 2 of us
Alone but not lonely, you and me
Cash rules everything around me, cream
I got old money, I'm gettin' new money
I just walked out, I'm runnin' through money
You see, he be giving me
and I'ma fall back (Let's get it)
Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that?
I cheated on my BM three times with my dog ass
She gave
on a chair
And listen
You gotta split them up into two linear factors
That could simply be solved by guessing and checking
Have some practice with some
cousin from me
Get a L if we get caught, but I feel safer with the
Get secured by the bitch
Brody, I wasn't even touching
Nigga, you the type to crash up
the game cause that ain't gone solve em.
I can tell by her look that she wanna ride with me
And later ride on me.
Go Shawty!
This just how we do.
Me I
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