Lyrics:
get
Face it with a whole lot of confidence
Ain't nobody flawless
But believe in yourself and it'll pay off regardless
All you gotta do is
Talk how
by four thirty
So you can get there by ten
Knock on a few doors
Til someone lets you in
Can't stay long
Get up Get gone
Get home
So we can do it
stacking Ima give em closure look
Gotta go in gotta go hard gotta stack up my cashews
Before I go nuts I Gotta go off alotta this shit go past you
Running
on
You gotta move on black man, move on
Move on black man, move on
You gotta move on black man, move on
some good times
The best we ever had
Now we're picking it up where we left off
Drinking after church
Funny till the last drop
Even though you gotta get
Pretty lil bitch didn't know you was a hoe yeah
You just want my jewlery i left that shit at home yeah
Oo
Girl leave me alone yeah
Yeah i did it by
throwing rice
Staring at my phone
Waiting on yo text
If I get you home
We gone have sex
Uh
Baby break me off
Now since you got me hard
You gotta ride it
felt so bad bout our past it don’t even matter
I took time to get me up now I’m stronger
Don’t want ya and by the way
I gotta say this so
You and your
.
Tomorrow, I'm finally coming home tomorrow.
I just gotta get through today,
But hey, what's one more day to wait
Tomorrow, you'll be back in my arms tomorrow,
appreciation,.
Gotta get back in the kitchen, I got dishes waitin,.
Anticipatin what it takes ta make it great,.
U gotta play the game, but make em wait,. Raise
four nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve
back home
I let her slip away and that's the price you gotta pay
But I ain't leavin' there alone
I'm bringin' her back
Bringin' my baby back home
here wildin!
Never would listen you can't tell me shit
Give a fuck what they say I'm as real as it gets
It been a minute gotta keep going in
Looking
(x6!)
I been riding thru the city on my own
I just rolled up to ya house
And you was not home
I need to get these lies outta my dome
If you playing
removed you from the cipher like 80's rappers did biters with Bars made by Lifers
Chrous
What You Gotta Say, Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
What you Gotta
a good girl but tonight you a hoe
I'm tryna take you home ain't nobody gotta know
We can keep fucking gotta keep it on the low
I like moving fast I don't
instead
He think he tuff gotta keep him on edge
I put some goons on his head like some dreads
Cant get enough cuz I'm all bout my bread
Live by the street
bitches love me
Bobby V and you Mr lonely
Choppa mack til you macaroni
Got that mack game, gotta admire homie
You passed a hole, bitch you a bogie
Pussy
you turn love
Into a transaction
Now your big man
Aint been home
Thinking youre hood now
Nigga you foolish
Tryna do rap
Lil nigga from the ends
Aint
on chrome, yeah
I done seen a lot, it's hard, how I'ma let you know what I'm on
You hardly pick up the phone, I'm hardly headin' back home
Hop in the mix, get
by my side hey
I got this you got this
Now you know it
Lounging on the couch
It's Sunday Sunday
Gotta relax on Sunday
Everyone's looking forward
of a leader
So when it's time to shine I can do it as a teacher
Liftin' heavy weights cuz I gotta be a protector
Win by any means and I do it under pressure
Now, if you can stand
I would like to take you by the hand, yeah
And go for a walk
Past people as they go to work
Let's get out of this place
to the streets we're sworn
We've had problems
You and me both
Ha no time to mourn
I see a way but we've gotta move dope
And grab the bull by the horns
Nightmares
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