Lyrics:
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
see it in your eyes and tell you never had nothin', nigga
How I'm gon' stop spendin' doll shit when it keep comin'?
When my son was born inside,
And them don't understand what they say
Three thousand years with no place to be
They want me to give up my milk and honey
Don't you see, it's not about
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
your bluff like you had a phone numba
Who want to see Cannibus get wild
Who want to act wild get shot down with a surface to air missile
I take 'em
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
I can picture us in the living room
By the mantle piece
And you're tellin' me you're lovin' me
Put your hands on my thighs
of been 6ft underneath but God ain't stunting my growth
Now they swear they fucking love me want to tap glass for the toast
I ask God bless my enemies they
But I was sleepin' on the Son, like a Days Inn.
And you can have the money, and you can have the fame.
For me I want the glory, I'm livin' for
from memories
The soul of the sixties
My heart does not answer
Waiting at the counter
I know you loved me
With you I want to be
Even if you cried by now
Raised in the south just like FT (FT)
Now I went and got FT on an anthem
Take man's baby mum to that bando (that trap)
You want her back? Better give me
What you really want
What you want
Is this heaven or
A cage
Am I songbird
On stage
Am I doll who
Misbehaved
I can’t get by, by, by
Just getting high
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Turn dreams into realities
Keep on going till I’m in too deep
Keep on goin till I’m 6ft deep
Deep
Deep
Deep
Deep
Why you gotta think too deep (Too deep)
Bounce to this, you don't want to miss this, get into this
This is that shit that make em all flip
They all want a piece
Some keep a steady mind,
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
stop the urges
Lock them out.
She's here, the heat is rising
He move slowly she's a china doll
By degrees, he'll loosen her composure
She knows
or three times
I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab
I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half
She want a sixty
Rubbing on that Italian leather
'Dem Konvict jeans on!
Ay yo Weezy! You Ready, yeah!
I get it in 'till sunrise
Doing ninety in a sixty five
Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
Fire not gonna come from me tongue.
Jerusalem, if I forget you,
Let my right hand forget what it's supposed to do.
In
Where them naked hoes at?
E-Feezey!
Too Scheezy!
We off the heezy fo'scheezy baby!
Off the heezy I thought you theezy!!
Niggaz ain't havin no
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
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