Lyrics:
real feminine
I'll put that R. Kelly on ya
Fingers have some smelly on ya
The boy's dry humps are now man pumps
Can he go deeper than the explorer
120th
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "You must not
)
I got a thick bitch I know how to dress her
I ran my money up then I stuffed my bezel
A lot of thick bitches coming by the zeroes
And I didn't show
raising our cross just to burn it
The clergy are selling their souls
Clearing a path, ignoring the facts
Intoxicated by the throne
We'll be standing
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
Never look up, only look one time
Never hook up, only sups, heys, and hi’s
Been in back my bag like
The fries are the bottom
Never get past this road
I pack up my saddle
Throw it in that two-horse trailer
Back up my truck, hook 'em up
And drive away
Won't be the first time
But this time's
me and Just Blaze
How are they for real
Is them niggas really paid?
Rappers I met or dealt with direct
Is it true he won't send a beat
Tape until he
worthless
[Pre-Hook]
Then the days go by, and nights get longer
I thought the craving stopped, but I still want you
Cause when it's real it never goes away
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
And I can see the clouds rollin' by
Riders to the stars
We are sailin', we are soarin'
And all we can do is try
We are riders to the stars
We are
to be tampered with
I make you shit all in your pants and your pamper, bitch
Niggas quick to sing a hook and make a dance up quick
For you it's never
The only thing constantly changing is change
And change is always for the worse
The worm on the hook always eaten by a fish
The fish by bird man
It's a trick of my mind
Two faces bathing in the screen light
She's so soft and warm in my arms
I tune it into the scene
My hands are resting
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not
you gotta cook
You got the chariot by the hook
I'm riding in the rain
Got my blue suede shoes
Gonna give up all my pain
And go ooo yea
Baby you know
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it light it up
If you got it light it up, if you got it
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
a honky tonk Christmas
But I'll be over you by New Year's Eve
"Blue Christmas" turn it up I want to hear it
So I can unwrap all them memories in my mind
social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it! Listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
they had flown
I'm goin' down to Tennessee
Get me a truck 'are somethin'
Gonna save my money and rip it up
Lo and behold Lo and behold
Lookin' for
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
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