Lyrics:
ever had
You took a good girl and you turned me oh so bad
Kiss the old me goodbye she's dead and gone, dead and gone, oh
All hands on deck
All in
and before this you failed in your duty with Joseph
Therefore I will not leave this land until my father permits me, or Allah decides my
Case by releasing
fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,
It ain't Santa Claus
Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I'm Atlanta Claus
I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
Been gettin' to the bread, tryna
I need to spark again
MC'ing ain't dead but you seen it real different
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for
way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with
I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags, I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play
I'm financed in China,
and my hands keep shaking
Say something, you shy motherfucker, she's waiting,
"Wassup girl, don't mean to interrupt
But in the city I done met a lot
a glum dag
You paid a hundred thousand for a feat, But I won't hit back
I keep a dawg around me
Like a body for my green
I got drug's inside my body
Stupid
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
time just stop
I ain't here to ask for much but this Dutch in my hand
Needs a hand, could you grab it?
Could you put your new flavor in my palette?
Dark
to my step got the light like I'm Billie Jean
Bad girl who is it keep on tempting me
Leave me alone even tho you a PYT
Smooth criminal so I like my
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
medicine to lean
Keep a cup in my hand like I'm begging for some cheese
I fall off in the party
Yeah I'm kinda tardy but if I hated she'll be ridin'
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
that fire
Shadow wax in the freezer
How you doing
I think
I love the song, my fish is called Tweezer
Tweezer
Hangin' out
I run off, yeah
Gettin' litty
were gray
You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
Never ever give my (meow) away and keep
Boot kick em
Thing hit em dead center
Aint a killer
You fuck wit mine you gonna play victim
Turn away from my sins man
My momma told me
Didn't listen
I'm actually a G, my friends
You know like that trust me, I'ma free up
I'm been moving and weaving
Now the gate in my ways, through the system
I seen
not such a life as I.
So it's fare you well, old Waterford and the girl I do adore,
I'll never kiss your cheek again, I'll squeeze your hand no more,
Oh
to be
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony
I remember when we had such fun and everything was fine
I remember when we used to have a good
off
I want my name in the flashing lights
Rock a few shows that's been sold out
But then again I imagine Christ
Get convicted by that image and I
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