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Just stop lookin' for love
You still got time
Girl, you're young you still got time
Girl, you're young you still got time
I know I'm working
a sweet tooth, no Halloween
No you can't smoke, get high like me
But if you want smoke that's fine by me
That's fine by me
And I know you can't rap like me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just know, I just got it, just got it
(Run that back Turbo) Ayy
Got a Glock on my side but it's more like my main
not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't
not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't
You know, a lot of people believe that, that word "love" is real soft
But when you use it in your vocabulary like you're addicted to it
It sneaks
Take that shit off at the front
Gudda!
Sleep on me, I hope you die in your sleep
No one's defiant as me
I know my worth, so when you pay me
But so what
I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count
More than what's in your clutch
I could fund a small war
still fuck wit' you no matter what you do
I'ma always love you too
She say she love me and she love
Me and she jus' wanna kiss me
She like I tell
I know that you're sitting there deep in your velvet seats and you're
thinking "Uh, he's up there saying something that he thinks about, but I
and handsome
I just look that way
I'm a canvas that bleeds
And I'm painted with fingers
Childish pictures of you that still linger
Bury you're wasted into
I’ve been quiet, but you didn’t think it was over, did you?
Because this is the age of Mr. Motherfuckin’ Gino Morino
If you think you’re gonna stand
you actin', but it's too hard to mention
I don't say too much cause I know you don't listen
You ask for forgiveness, but you know that you're wrong
know I'll win in the end
I’m surprised you’re still around
What’s the point of getting up?
You’ll end up back on the ground but that’s where dirt belongs
years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the ho-lice
That's if you're racist or you're crooked
Arrest me for this dope, I didn't weigh
Foothill
And when it ended, you know what happened
I'm so hard I just can't stop macking
I know I gotta stop sooner, but I'll stop later
They call me
thinking 'bout him
But you married him
Do you know I made him leave?
Do you know he begged to stay with me?
He wasn't man enough for me
What are you
but I can never love a fake
'Cuz she been lyin' to my face
But we still gon' get it poppin' pussy in a wraith
Ahh, baby do you know
Ridin' through
you don't know what's up
You're still playing that finger fuck
See I'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I
love to spin, ima shoot by myself Ian gotta drop a bag
Gone meet your end, you play wit us I swear gang on your ass
They hate to see me shining but Ian
gone on the microphone,
But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right
When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight,
And then you looked
(you're chasing that paper)
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Bony girl know that she rolling with a rida
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside
, babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
you still got
Just stop lookin' for love
You still got time
Girl, you're young, you still got time
Girl, you're young, you still got time
I know
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