Lyrics:
presence
Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them
Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little
And dawg you'll
it burn
The heat of love is what we've earned
Years and years will be passing by
Now, love is strong and it never dies
Two pieces, melt into one
Two
stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns
Cold, cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better, baby
Just passing through
And it's no
Meshach, Black
Thought the nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm
Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn
The herb sticks like wicks,
came to get down
Yes, I'm internationally known
Libra love that make you moan and groan
Burn my cash like race cars
Two bad broads with the bass
then we might as well burn
Just burn
So will you drag me under?
Pull me deep and breathe for me, baby
Drag me under
I'm just for keeps, so sink
Baby, spend some time i will fuck you right
Till the day I die
One dollar, two dollar
Do the maths, dawg, everything add up
Money talk bullshit sick
Burn
(Written by: Joseph Blythe)
You rise for the occasional me,
And think that it’s alright
As long as you save yourself
But tonight, you’re with
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
learn that the two one seven will never make you succeed
Flames, fire, burn, ash
You play me and that's your ass
Flames, fire, burn, ash
You play me
So
and live strong
Give your all 'cause a man gon' be a man
And do what he gotta do
Baby, this is rolling papers two
(This is rolling papers two)
(This is
Me, myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
'cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
condoms humpin on Ampex
My number 2-7-5-49-69 disconnected
My first black robot,
space connected while you listen to Keith Sweat (meow)
Your brain is
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
dollar yahts
smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
[Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
bust then burn nigga wait yo'
got four bitches with me, no need to look twice
Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt
I smoked two Cuban cigars and a Newport
An ounce
a baby just by how a nigga feeling/
I don't have no problem I'm a motherfuck'n villain
Tell em come n get me, nigga I be chill'n/
I switch up the style
Weezy baby young black rich im
That boy, tha boy, boy, oh boy
Im no toy, i play no games
I feel like fuck some niggas
But say no names
Feel like fuckn
you'd please just abide
By this one simple rule
There's not even two
If you could please remember to
If you should need to check your phone
Beyond that
everything has been said
You and me, we disagree, when I see white
Well then you see black, it's always the same
You'll never change your game, oh once
And a .22 under Ms. Bunches' pillow, she read the room
And spit snuff, bore thirteen babies and outlived all but two
I love to talk with fools
I hate
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