Lyrics:
Don't talk
Just listen
First of all
I have to be honest with you baby
I lied
When I told you I never wanted to see you again
Can you please stay
Just
timbo!
You talk about takin' it slow
I'm talkin' about takin' it wild
Don't wanna be too up front no
Baby you know it's my style
I'm talkin' about
that, batter up
I'm the first to swing
Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit
you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a n****, behind closed doors
But look here, dog, a ho once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you,
standing near an open trench? (How about a beer?)
Must be standing near an open trench (you know a pub?)
Bye, bye (I'm just passing by) (there's one close
new bag
And I'm talking about
Mo' money pussy and pistols
Students please get out your pencils
I'm about to break down the
Principles of the game
Don't
I left the game
Take my jersey, I retired
Let's just say I'm at the game
Put me in I'm on fire
Boy!
My whole life changed (that's when)
My
(Little Rosa was her name and still I cry in vain
My world won't be the same since she's gone from me)
I have gone to visit the grave of a friend
I'm released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
When
hell no, uh-uh
If I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
We want to be on, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women,
to earth, don't do no dirt for me please
I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea
God know what I'm doin' he gon' deal with me
Niggas ain't cut
whole story a setup?
I don't know about any letter (stop crying God dammit, get up)
I didn't know any better (I am ruined)
Please don't leave me
actions
To ever go front in your face (what? Ayy)
Shit done changed, billionaires talk to me different
When they see my paystub from Lucian Grainge
homie)
Ay, the King, modern-day Martin Luther, Malcolm X, I'm
Officially the freshest, don't dare forget, I'm
Gone, momentarily, don't bury me yet
Like
home with me
Let's make a reality show
(shawty, what you think about it?)
Let's make a reality show
(you know people gonna talk, no doubt)
Let's
windows tinted
I drive by piggies when I'm in it 'cause it feels amazin'
The irony is I stopped eatin' bacon
Don't get it twisted, nigga, I'm still
a regular job
Try to make it last cause one day I'll be gone
Target on my back they said I don't belong
I'm proving em wrong
Money talks. Money talks
Money
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
on the block list
I don’t wanna talk about this
You know what you had when you had it
We don’t need to try to reminisce
I’m just looking for Jane
These others
with that actress
Whole time I'm eatin', I couldn't wait to get back
In the back of the car with you and talk about who we are
You told me when you
me
Please stay far away from me
Leave me by my lonely
Just leave me alone
The hood don't play me huh, Treat my strange music like rabies huh
it's pretty crazy
And I don't know how to stop or slow it down
But, hey
I know there are some things we need to talk about
But I can't stay
Just
everybody that layd me astray. Yo fuckem
Nobody but my closest know about my darkness and when they fall away. Yo fuckem
I'm to sick that I never checked
Please Don't Talk About Me When I'm Gone
Gene Austin or Bert Lown
Please don't talk about me when I'm gone,
Oh, honey,
Though our friendship
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