Lyrics:
only by his grace
I can say 'look at me now'
If you love this joint right here
I want you to call your radio station in the morning
And I want you
know that I'll never fail
Because I work too hard for that
You'll never see me in a cell
You'll never hear me mumble rap
I ain't grow up in the trap
But
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun
And the women fall in love as
They fall in my crotch
Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
Give me
Crack 'til your retirement
Yo what up it's your boy Meek Milli
Get ready for Clud Radio you know what
Time it is in this bitch
Nigga let's it, double M
reason
You wanna buy a CD, I’m selling it
Go to the radio give out
The phone line number
Niggas in Brooklyn are belling it
The grime sound I’m spreading it
a bit more,
just give me a little more time."
"My turn this time," she says.
"My children are growing up mad,
they never get anywhere."
This time she
Wake up and smell that coffee
Nothing you do can stop me
I don't care how it feels
Take your sugar and your milk
DOOOOOOOOD, it me
Serving up hot
he never won he was always down
So gotta give it up I wonder where he is now
I remember my my first girl her name was Sarah
She was into Prince,
of trouble"
Uncle saw me with a fiend that's boogs, baited out my hustle
Shawty give the best brain, don't spoil it by demandin' cuddles
Vvs on my wrist,
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don't think that you're cold
You're not ready
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
Here we go, here we go, swirving left and right Hit the left on imperial
Drunk as fuck, SPM on my stereo Mexican radio, radio, radio
If you never
And now that I have found you
I know
I never let you go
Lovers in the sand
Lovers in the sand
Lovers lovers
Lovers
Lovers
This is radio KOW in sunny
ahead
4. It feels good, when a bitch give you gum head
5. Even tho she a gold digger
6. I need a woman in my life, not a ho nigga (for real)
7. Hope
know
I put the radio on
Take a look at my face
Never felt more alone
And while the days go by I follow you wake
I wish I could've known
With a space all
The work ethic crazy, you too legit and
I swear, you turn up every time
I would share and repost it, I just ain't have the time
Look, just give me a minute,
Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
Cause I don't give
some loosened screws
Momma praying for me on a daily
At an instant I go crazy
Bitch I grew up by the Shady
So I know these niggas shady
I know folks be
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
ridin' shotgun
Sunkissed by the Dixie hot sun
Whoa, she's a hot one, yeah
Aldean all up on the radio
Dashboard lights shinin' on my baby, oh
Later on,
Does yours
Can we leave out the pretense?
I can tell when you’re hurt, you try to edit it out
But it’s never a burden
And you don’t have to carry it
leave the party with me and never go home
You keep eternity, give us the radio
Deploy the battery, we're taking back control
Engage the energy, light
to milledgeville
Nigga this real, how can you kill another
When it's your brother? Still standing
I never thought about, talked about what I did
Just
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