Lyrics:
to kill with a smoking gun (with a smoking gun)
Yo Shawty is courageous
Going through the stages
Of where her body is more mature
Than her age is
Far
The years are flying by without me
Sleeping on the job
No more tripping through the nighttime
Dilly dallying all the day
Can you tell me how to
Make
situation
You keep me up when I fallin'
You turn me on with a smile
You've got everything I'm dreamin' of
I'm a junkie for your love
You give me more, you
want to end up with as
Much edge as a balloon
Don't want my ideas polluted by mediocrity
Don't want my sentiments diluted
This is important to me
I
In the cities of a hundred foreign lands
Not one word of pity
Or a helping hand
I watch them as they pass me by
To a place called home
They all have
by the six stories, that's the coochie book
I could play the saxophone, I give her coochie blues
I don't even wanna fuck no more, this bitch coochie
In the cities of a hundred foreign lands
Not one word of pity
Or a helping hand
I watch them as they pass me by
To a place called home
They all have
In the cities of a hundred foreign lands
Not one word of pity
Or a helping hand
I watch them as they pass me by
To a place called home
They all have
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
can be is what I am and who I am
Chasing women when I should be recording
Invite a couple then I invite some more in
Next thing you know it's 3 in
and forget
We thought it was forever
Look at us now
Well I tried
And I lost more than I found
Sitting by the window waiting for your headlights
Been
to Neiman's cop some more
I'm moving fashion forward (Flippa)
I'm here to the fashion (swear)
Vacay in the cabins (swear)
Before I take off, recline
think you're scared to get rich
Thursday to Thursday, I'm on my shift
I'm on my job like these hoes on my dick
Whoa, you start the day off by talkin'
knowing what the good Lord got in store
There's a freedom in believing, there's something more
And one more chance, one more day
To say what I need to say
you can take a look at this invention
Now peep these, I got some more in my jacket
[Man, what are these, condoms?] Uh uh: sex packets
It's like
taking
Is there any other way?
Is there any other way?
The burden
The burden
You can't save me
There is nothing more to give
I am changing
You're talking about leaving
It's right about Christmas time
Thinking about moving on
I think I might die inside
I'm thinking about years gone by
'round now
Cause now you're grown, with kids of your own
Babies dad is no where to be found
While you play the role of Mom and Papi
Raisin' the all by
team
It's us against them you'll see
Hey, we ain't gon stop
They just want what we got
[Chorus]
The more they talk about our love
The more they
Raisin' the all by your self
Always home and can't go out now
Can't remember the last time that you were happy
Whatever you do...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2
[Chorus]
They say we N I - Double G E R
We - are - much more,
Still we choose to ignore,
The obvious.
Man this history don't acknowledge us,
We
Sitting by the bedside
Held his hand and kissed his face
Then he closed his eyes
And I watched him slip away
Seems like only yesterday
He was young
fancy car
I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pound and I sell'em for grams
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star
You're talking about leaving
It's right about Christmas time
Thinking about moving on
I think I might die inside
I'm thinking about years gone by
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