Lyrics:
he run and hide?
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby, when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you're
high
and don't give a f*ck
so I wanna come at you on the real, baby
and let you know how I feel
you know, for the last few days
I've been watching
another's gain so we gotta grab something
Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to
And sorry for the things I put my baby's mama through
I feel
feel fine
Sex real time
While I'm in your deck on rewind
Oh I make it hot, till you're jellin' what PD got
Since PD rock, see me not
So many bricks
lane the last real president
Reagan did his thing bush senior came and went
Clinton flipped microchips to other militaries quick
While bush junior
head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got
But I've learned, it's time for
a real short leash, and I'll never get better
Got a real short leash, only you I obey
It's just the same damn thing, over and over
It's just the same damn
Well, I've come across a couple belts some buckles
Since I moved to the South
With them Alabama men, it's kind of man that make your grandmama
a dream,
The day I sucked the air
From a bottle of whipped cream
And I got real high
And things got real slow
And I started talking like this
What's going
between
A break and long lost lovers
Only to get me by until I decide
I've had enough
Most of the time
I can feel them on me
The eyes from
You can try, you can see, if it works, gladly
I'm a little bored
I got a little more things
To entertain my time
And summer getting real close
Weather
slut, and let the ho get on and make her money
You understand? I got a homey sittin' by me
Understand this nigga don't understand because he's a young
motherfuckin, my brother
Man, I fuck with this boy
I love this nigga Pitbull, man
I've been fucking with him
He's been trying to get in on his grind man
He a real
Now I'm not a flaky kind of guy you see
I've got plenty of money
But unfortunately not with me
Now you're my kind of girl
And you like nice things
I
thing that I've got to say
Changes, changes, yeah, yeah
For ordinary people now
Yeah, changes, changes
For ordinary people now, y'all
Change for
Till that motherfucker hate his face
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for
things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be
little hand.
She said I wish I hadn't gone.
But Momma said you did the right thing,
I'm proud of the woman you've become.
But I've got to fly. I won't
and let me know it's real
Or is it just a dream
I'm very patient baby
And I've got a lot of time
I can see a clear horizon
You and me standing side
can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
Hop off a plane, pick up a check then do the same thing
Lately I've been diggin' your vibe
I can tell by the look
sugar, movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
(This better not be no dream)
Please don't let this be a simulation
(This better be real)
'Cause you a pretty thing
I hope it's not my imagination
(It
This is something special
And we gotta bring this back, Green, come on
Countdown to Armageddon, let's go
I got a riddle, what's little
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