Lyrics:
this a drug addict date
I got the torch, I can't give it away
Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face
Check out the way I be glistening yah
involved with settling for less
Gotta go and get that paper every day to day
Scared money don't make nothing so I ain't afraid
I don't know much about y'all
with Jesus Christ in Heaven her new home, aye
I know
I know
I gotta move on
I gotta move on
But it hurts me so
It hurts me so
To know you're gone
To know
noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About
How we been through all this ups and downs and I was to blind to see
But now my visions better and I'm writing you this letter
By the time you get
the better shot
They like my hair, and the clothes I wear
Everybody wants to know what I'm doing next
Sometimes I wish I could stay home just be by myself
I
that you've never known
I'll get her wetter than ever
Guarantee I'll do it better
Don't gotta question who you with
I'll get you moaning head to toe
This
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
If you want respect
(you should know by now)
You gotta earn respect
(you should know by now)
You gotta give respect
(you should know by now)
kill his mother (goddamn)
Like that's what you get for tellin', niggas need to be educated
When Bobby Shmurda come home, he need to be celebrated (free
better alone
I can search find love without a home
Mama when we met I was already grown
Tell me why we gotta be like this
I gotta get the money take you
girl, but she walk real far from home, But I'm all in by myself, so I'm runnin' all alone
My momma told me if you can't make no friends, look past that,
Somethings gotta give
(Gotta give gotta give)
Can you please get off my dick
can’t resist i got that sauce
(sauce)
No service when you call
I dont
die young?
Where were you bro why weren't you on stand-by (where the hell were you?)
See I done seen a lot, it ain't normal for a kid to get shot
Where you been bro
Where you been
It's been a while since we've heard you do your thing
Where you been bro
Where you been
You gotta dust yourself off
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Ginobili
And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me
I pray my momma quit smokin'
And my dad gotta get focused
I gotta table full of Ace
depend on me, and I got kids
I gotta make it back home
One phone call will get you killed
I ain't even gotta scroll
Had apartment with no furniture
depend on me, and I got kids
I gotta make it back home
One phone call will get you killed
I ain't even gotta scroll
Had apartment with no furniture
Nerd girl, I don't deserve you
I don't get the references you refer to
I love your Lipsmackers and
Your lack of perfume
I hope to get you home by
Goddamn it how you waistin the weed
Gotta spit it slow cus competition is weak
We get malicious in this bitch feel the heat thousand degrees
Got a thousand
a check in & now I'm the blame
Money get low you know how to go get
Yo nigga locked up you know how
To go visit die by respect give ah
Fuck how you livin
wonder if she just wants to get a reaction out of me on purpose
It's hard to notice; why we gotta be like this hun
You can just be courteous just thank me
promised mama new Honda
She said boy don't you stress it you just do best as you wanna
I don't obsess bout designer my comma's all by itself
I'ma get him
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