Lyrics:
it's big as a cargo (money matter)
My Naija boys they gat the scope the money coming from Westfargo (omo naija)
Run the town in a new Gallardo
She don't
doubted my sound
I'm a man, you a clown
You hating on me, shit, join the crowd
I'm running this shit and bumping it loud
I'm in love with the mic
Expressing
I been elevating ma game like a different boy
Cuz like I gaz to blow you sef check point
Shout out to all the homies like me feeling less important
you damn right
Even got these haters showing love you damn right
Oh you back in your zone you damn right
Out on bond and still clutching chrome you damn
of love in all its glory
They tell when the lights are soft an' low
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every night you'll see
blasphemy
I'm made in his image
You can tell just right by how he ask of me
Fell into the hands of the enemy
And then he sent a rescue team
Black boy joy
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
boy Rocky
Now I'm spreading love from the Bay to Abu Dhabi
Life goes on is the message in this song
And we gon keep it pushing, keep it pushing till we
of boys, smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul but
First he brought that crack back like a yo-yo though
Don't
asiago
I don't need the bands cause I feel I hit the lotto
We got bitches and bongs and woods up in the Tahoe
He stuck by my side so I cop him a Murciélago
never in my plans to be the God Damn Man
With a king palm ready
Rum and coke in my hand
Self love the mentor and the story began
One thing about me that
Who are in love
Peace
[Chorus]
Love Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love
I think I'm in love
I remember those school days you were way too busy for me
Approaching you could go two
tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny
Me and my boys went out just to end up in misery
Was about to go home when there she was
a tale of love in all it's glory,
they tell when the lights are soft an' low!
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
standing all alone every
Future kids
And how much they really
Love underground hip-hop
We don’t give a fuck like
A virginized dick cock
After being tickled by a couple Eddie
better
Shout out my Boys eddy and Stephen
For pushing me to my limits
This shit is no gimmicks
I wanna give a shout to my mixer that nigga the cleanest
L
don't know, caca
Walk a nigga down, put one in his mata
Catch him with his niggas, bitch, you know we finna drive by
Put that nigga in the bio before his
Plowing all day, hard work is in my soul
And we all pray at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life
A simple man raised up
the 90s
But every time I'm feeling like the 80s
Ever since my little boy mama use to respect me
She gave me everything with the love
Even if I never knew
lived a young boy all alone in a suburban neighborhood
And every day he'd sit in his room
And sit on his little couch [AND SMOKE POT!]...
he'd sit
for her son
Lookin' for love in the world of rock and roll is where it begun
It was Alabama, Ted Nugent
Alice Cooper, Randy Travis
Aerosmith kept my
guns left the Bishop dead gave
Me some trouble once
Hallelujah, I'm about to put
Some halos through ya
Twin ultra boys nicknamed righteous Rugers
Cats in
pouring mud in his pop
Hoes ain't show me love, wanna hug on me now
All that tryna mug in the club get you shot
Tryna pull some pape'
I had to wrestle with
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