Lyrics:
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
Lesson learned my guys
(This took a sting out man I'll never forget it)
Thank you for listening to Heartbreaks and Hard Breaks radio
Thank you thank you
love her, lover her, love her
By the time I got started
In the right direction
The DJ on the radio
Was playing another selection
But our song
performance
By my man Wiz Khalifa, ya'll
So lock your doors and hide your hoes
Cause it's gonna go down
I remember them days
Rolling up, 'bout 25 of them J's
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
You can ride shotgun, if you wanna
We can cruise real slow girl, if you wanna
We can.. get day drunk by the corner
If you wanna, yeah, if you wanna
tell just by the texture
It's soft and it's round, Yеah
Hit them lights
Don't gotta see it, just touch
On it, feel on it, Taste it
You done chеated
meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've
don't have
But what we do have
Is a full tank and an old truck
some backroads down by the riverside
We've got the radio and a warm breeze
A Big bright
Original bad man killa
Radio pon selecta awe dat
I just wanna hold you like nobody would
Dance with you like it’s Bollywood
Love you like I know I
here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come
as organic as Monsanto"
I'm going at your beanstalk, ax in hand
Over a beat by Aes Rock, that's my man
People sleeping still believing that
We haven't expanded
seein' all these girls in their thong
It's the reason that the radio's on
It's the reason that you believe if you
Gotta work from sun-up 'til dawn
It's
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side
'Til 3005, hold
her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And o' Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped
Yeah
Ah
Real hot girl shit
Mwah
Okay, the hate turned me to a monster, so I guess I'm evil now (I'm evil now)
Woke up and I blacked out
all tha sticks
Running through blitz
Chased by myself I was it
Niggas playing for tricks
Girl playing for dick
Playing like she thick
Turning off
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know
your girl, and you love her
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her
been
JJ, FP 1-9-9-3
M-O-V-I-E's, T.V and CD
Me and Jeff brand new on the radio
Step on the scene and the crowd scream
(There they go)
What? a star? thats
this girl)
(I mean I could've been anywhere)
(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)
(It was so long ago)
(Yo Merce, what's up? This is
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