Lyrics:
like Kobe wife
We sorta like Goldie, right?
The way we mold 'em right
I could make you a celebrity overnight
See, see, baby girl
You see how you
my pocket is always good for a laugh.
I've seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the Dali Lama smile.
It's no relation tot he
die lonely
now this ghetto got me crazy
and I'm strapped at the funeral with his wife and a baby.
(Sons of Funk)
I been there
Ooh, superstar
Never drove around in a fancy car
Kids looked at me funny
Momma she had no money
But she always told me, "baby, know who you are"
girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She think I be mimickin' Von, grandson
She only play me in the whip
India
How could you believe me when I said I love you
When you know I've been a liar all my life
I've had that reputation since I was a youth
You must
What have you gathered to report to your progenitors?
Are your excuses any better than your senator's?
He held a conference and his wife was
And I've exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair
I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
Just beyond
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
you uptight?
Cause if it is, aw, baby, please, don't do this to me
I'm trying to reach you, trying to talk to you
It's killing me, 'cause you're my
find out my baby girl a big ho
I call her bitch, no questions asked, they just tenfold
Every time I come in town, everybody know
'Cause niggas get
I'm sittin' back easy in my easy chair watchin' the morning dawnin' fair
My wife's cookin' breakfast and my little girl
Is looking at her daddy
with my hands
We talked about traveling the distant lands
Escaping all the madness out here in the world
Becoming my wife no longer my girl
Then
My wife and I's first kiss
And your baby raisin' kids
Sweet DeAnn I miss you so
And you go wherever I go
For reasons I don't know
But I'll sing
holds that the devil had over my life
In the name of Jesus
When I save a thousand two or save ten
So I thank the lord for my wife
In the name of Jesus
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Chorus]
(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy
doing great, he really loves his job
And Ronnie with his two kids, how 'bout that wife he's got
And that one's kinda crazy, but that one is my baby
I
my boots ain't dirty
We ain't making money
If my hands are clean
We don't eat
I got two little babies and a wife that I don't see
I get tired of living
ผมโทรไปหาเธอได้มั้ย?
เธอเป็นคนเดียวเพราะเธอ catch my vibes
Baby i need u by my side
Need u my wife
Baby เธออย่าพึ่งไปไหน
เพราะตอนนี้ผมรอแค่เธอ allnight
you ask, I'll be that
Say you want me, I'll come running
I can be your baby, just you ask, I'll be that
My girl, my love, come through, rescue me
they guns
And it's so hard (that's my wife, I paid for them titties)
(Get your own, your own, ya heard?)
Niggas wanna fuck my wife
Niggas wanna take
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
deserve it
Every heart felt action that you gave
Always Riding for me
With ya Ernest aye
Never leaving my side
now I know the truth
The truth
hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She
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