Lyrics:
You sold your weed and then you fleed, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
Fell outta touch,
whiskey
Let's walk it up like
Hey
Little miss whiskey
cin't no saint
I wanna get by without her
But she knows I can't
Little miss whiskey
Tell me what
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
I miss being with you on a promenade
By the blue waves as the day fades away
If you wished to it's a promise made
We can go to the bay even though I
Switch it up
Getting drunk
Happy as fuck
You would of thought I be down forever
When you realize you cant find better
Don’t miss me
Don't miss me girl
tempt fate
And I'll state it out loud:
That, unless
I miss my guess
IsI can't stand it!
Listen! Yes
That's the sound of
A hit!
It's a hit
rubbing on your thighs
Yes, I miss looking in your eyes
And I miss when you caught my heart every time by surprise
Like the moment that you hit me up
In no
black on my fit bitch I might go rick owen ya
Know that, that boy never kilt shit we know he pussy by the way that he hold it ya
You'd think I worked
lied to my face
But I can't even lie if I do then I'll die when I say that I miss it
But I'm not really tripping you fake and I hate it so I guess I'll
I miss the bliss
When the feeling hits
I miss the bliss
Take me back to it
I miss the bliss
When the feeling hits
I miss the bliss
Take me
West Coast drive-by, it happens like everyday
Bitch ass motherfuckers gettin' chased away
It go
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Woop, Woop
That's them fuckin'
my youth
She love the smell of that Prada baby
I'm sweating you wit no Sauna baby
No hotter baby
No drama baby
It's juicy, runnin Like water baby
By
my youth
She love the smell of that Prada baby
I'm sweating you wit no Sauna baby
No hotter baby
No drama baby
It's juicy, runnin Like water baby
By
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
they buying hits,
All of that preaching got the kids on activist,
But my n***** still gon sip for the ones they miss
Talk about it be about it can't
Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge
Miss America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty thoughts
Just to floss
prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
My li'l nigga
She's so thick, hit the bitch once, don't miss, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm so rich, yeah, I could bust down that ho, little wrist, yeah (let's go)
I
your mind
Gone break your heart
Gone miss me when i'm gone
Better make some time
Better hit my line
Cause heaven ain't got no phones
I been roaming
to see you shine, got a pound from a dime
Niggas still hating, I promise it's our time
Twenty20 mafia nigga we tryn' fly
Man I miss my nigga
We was
stay high
Father this beat is fire
Wake up in the morning, make er hit
Put that on my name
Man I can't lie, I can't miss
Put that on my Mama, and I Sis,
wouldn't give to get it back
I miss you already
Why?
Know that you hate to see me cry
But I can't shake this feelin'
This can't be part of healin'
I
A hit and then a miss, what you intend to do?
Ooh, can't put my finger on you
Why you gotta flip the switch like Nintendo?
A hit and then a miss, what
or miss
Can't explain the feelin that the streets give
Love and hate with this relationship
The money good but it's hard to save
When you hit the club
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