Lyrics:
been havin' a lot on yo mind lately
And I know you feel like ya know people ain't been prayin' for you
But you have to understand this man, that we are
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
She says "kiss me like you miss me, fuck me like you hate me
And when you’re fucking someone else just fuck her like she ain't me"
Damn, those words
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
drunk too much gin in
Your jaw starts grinnin', and this is the beginnin'
Of a night of an average Ho
It ain't all about working on the streets no more
Many people know we know about this pimp game
But I'm sure they wanna know about this pimp game
And to me it ain't no motherfucking thing
To give it
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you
what you do to me
That's what you do
And it just don't make no sense
How my swagger is crooked
If you ain't by my side
That's what you do to me
That's
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you
the Porsche to the
Store to get more ice under the shade
Thinking about ways to get paid
Sun's shining yo I hope it
Don't rain on our parade
Who pulls up in
of thinking can't get you nowhere (how I got over)
Someone has to care
Yo, when you on the corner, it's too much drama
Livin' with the police right behind
there's only so much that a man can do
For Rosa Lee
Why don't you set me free?
When I hit the road the time goes slow
Thinking about the places I used
and I'll step on you
I ain't thinking about a man when I come through
We can peel out on these yokohamas
Just me and my freak momma, freak momma
Yeah
Freak
kinda sure you will admire my taste
But before the sun graze ya
I'm tryin to see how deep you are
And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no
thinking to herself like
I wish I was with that nigga
chorus:
If you at home lettin' her go out alone (lone)
then I'ma take yo bitch
and if she keep jockin'
I'm trying to make sure my ends meet up
But I can't do it with my two feet up
Tell me 'bout it yo
And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife
Man I
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey
baby
hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds
Only about two-thirds, I really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you
back, stay back, I'm in the Maybach
This ain't James Brown
But it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies
Hanging
crazy
Girl when I come to town tonight
I'm comin' in hot
Already got your song on
When you climb in it'll be playin'
Been thinking 'bout you all
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
(Diddy in background)
Hey yo, ladies and gentlemen
You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now
(Hey yo check this out)
Hey yo I'm
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