Lyrics:
the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you live to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was against the odds
This kid
mouth on me
Don't you set your mouth and jump salty as the sea
Even though she was the one
Even so I'll overcome
Don't you set your mouth on me like I
to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky
A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage
Let's skip the small talk, it's time to talk numbers
Young nigga
three piece suit
He really lost his rag
He went mad, he went mad
Martine won't be seen in public
With her Mum who's just hypnotic
There she's judged by
She bought 'em at the thrift store down on Main
For twenty-three dollars a pair
Faded and worn in all the right ways
That's all she ever wants
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
And I'm sorry for the wait too
Boom, It's my shot like Biloxi
Even my shadow don't trust me
Big dog in this shit like a husky
285, 20 pounds of musty
for a song out it
Now, if someone will give me
A number between 20 and 22
I?ll show you, what I mean, 21
That's very good, first time, 21
Well,
the haters 'cause haters just love twisted
Them bitches love Weezy
My bitch gon' love me when I'm busy
With T-Rez fleece suit, Terrance J, yo nothin'
Squad
I'm talking 20s on the table lil bitch
Fill up my cup before you ask for a tip
My eggs look a little cold what the fuck is this
She brought me
the bass boomin'
Got 10's, 12's even got 20's for the sub, get ya movin
She don't wanna hear what you got playing in your whip
When you pull up she get mad
me, me, by myself
How it hurt me
Do I know she was just puttin' out?
I could not help myself
I could not help myself
Come back, baby
Let's talk it over
sitting on twenty four's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes
Just let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin'
Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man
Hello?
What's up?
Nothin', what you doin'?
where I wanna be, I got my baby beside me
She's strollin' and I like it a lot
She's showin' everything she's got
We're blowin' these twenty dollar
with the office wag
I'll be in bed by nine
My curtains drawn
My thoughts composed
I get to work on time
She gave me some dictation
But my
Since we first said I love you it's been twenty years tonight
I moved by and love refused to go
It seems like only yesterday or maybe just last
On a fifteen minute break
We shared a cigarette, a long kiss
Then she stood there by the stage
All night by the stage
Man, what can I say
She loved me
Throwing
20's and them 50's
In the club
On them strippers
(Striping)
Whole gang full of big tippers
Money coming from
Bankroll six figures
(Six
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times, yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This shower head feels so
I want them 20s 50s and them 100s
I get them racks in by the bundle
Hit from the back I'm knocking down her frontal
I swear it ain't fair getting
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Terry (Goddamn)
I count money, we get Benji's
Run up hundreds, ain't no 20s
SRTs, a brand new Hemi
Oh, that's paper? I get
a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (uh)
Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him
Only twenty
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