Lyrics:
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
So when your woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it
Pillow talkin' get you caught up
Payday (measures and Breaks)
By Credits (Boz Scaggs/David Faich)
Hey you steppin' on my head
Why you gotta throw rocks in my bed
Mr. Shoeshine,
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
the club, get some oxygen
Your friends say I'm a player
You'd be lucky to keep me
You know people gon' be
Talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be in a robbery
P-O-R
your ass
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
I
to kill you" (go)
This some lifetime movie shit, how the hell did I end up in it?
Y'all gon' have to work this out without me, I'm out your business
He
together by your B-day
I told them just don't go out sad or be no cheapskate
I wanna see you on the building out on Peachtree
Yeah, yeah
Half
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
I'm talkin' 'bout?
Mr tommy Johnson, Killa, huh
And my nigga, Boosie
I gotta holla at my people in Oakland
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Huh
My nigga
'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
status so keep this shit brief (huh)
Draco by me 'cause I keep it in reach
Know niggas didn't do that shit like that boy Meech
That's word
'm reckless (uh)
Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fuckin' necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga, yeah
Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin'
and talkin all offf the wall,
Gwen says wait slow down, who am i talkin tooo
"My names bridget and i found your number in my husband's pocket, I had to call
to put them hitters on 'em, ski'd up, we ain't got Corona
I might pull up in a Hummer, like I'm mothafuckin' Stunna
Like I'm XO, take your ho, I flip
keep it humble so you can have a good time
I keep it light so you can have a lil' shine
And I sleep at night just fine
I tried to be kind, now I
a place and
I saw a real strange, weird object
Standin' up talkin' to the people
And I found out it was heroin
That deadly drug that go in your veins
In the beer that I'm drinkin'
I gotta get paid, I gotta get paid
And that's what a nigga be thinkin'
You sleep hoes
I'm puttin' a peephole in your
Pricey
(Hit-Boy)
Boss shit, your Lordship
Niggas talkin' yachts and some more shit
I used to run the block, now I'm corporate (corporate)
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
on the move
Slime the boy out, get that shit off your wrist
Can't get no sleep, I'd rather chase money talkin' bricks
Got more money than my opps, why
'm living in a house with a fuckin' elevator
"Sorry, Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it
They get so mad when I call them both faggots"
All
eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know
Discuss these talkin in your sleep by mr lil one Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In