Lyrics:
Cause I just miss the way you loved
And I'm so sick of writing songs
About you
Wey la extraño wey, y
Yo se que si hubieramos hecho las cosas diferente
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
your hood like a, teenage mom
Yo Biggie (What? What?) She havin' my bay-bayy
If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
This rule is so underrated
your fate and I pray you don't end up in a lake
Do whatever it take, so many mistakes we made
But we gon' all get it right once we down by
had to assume
That he got vicked by the enemy's tricks
The thought of cheatin' made the maiden so sick
That she screamed and screamed, went
sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, 'cause Syke was bustin'
Plus, Bo had 'em duckin', screamin', "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law
they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal)
hey yo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard
I seen 'em rolling with a million man
[Tragedy]
Yo I settle with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
Murderville nigga how you feel?
Flow so sick, them niggas can blow dick
Better
Slash and I smash 'cause I thrash when I bash
Invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
Moved
yards, no picks
I feel like Ne-yo when she left me, turned my heart so sick
I think I'm addicted to this woman, I need AA
You got your passport, think we
my faith in whores
Never let my information leak through my forewall
They say I'm all to sick cause I screen my calls
No matter if I'm in
fisherman hat, so I can mack
Groove to the rhythm of a funky track
Like ("yo, you smack me and I'll smack you back")
I come correct with the context, and then
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
twin grab a arm pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled
Since you ain't got nothin' else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
With this fresh lifetime we get to ride on this planet
There's two many followers
Dumbasses by the masses
You betta think so hard you fuckin shatta yo
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
out it hands
Said soon you will understand
(Suddenly stripped from fear)
I reprimand
Today I'm taking my stance
Believe me when I say so
(So)
By
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
baby why you acting so frio (cold)
You know I'm independent ask Ne-Yo (woah)
Remember, you took me surfing out in Rio, I never saw this coming man I
Bitch you trippin
Come a little closer
Lemme grab you by the
I'm so sick
Said I'm
Sick and fucking tired
Of you bothering me
No I'm not your fucking guide
sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, 'cause Syke was bustin'
Plus, Bo had 'em duckin', screamin', "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I
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