Lyrics:
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I don't know why I've been making her feel this way
Alright
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from
close up shop)
VVSin', nothin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kitted, cuties with it, sleazy dressin'
See me flexin' through the hood, D's be
Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45
showin', I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not worth while
All alone, runnin' wild. Runnin' wild
No gal will ever make a fool of me
No gal! I mean
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I really messed up
Can you call me back babe?
I don't know why I've been making her feel this way
It's safe in the city to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from the dawn
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in
enough to tear
There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me this backstabbin', deceitful and shady
I want
See Us Yeah Just Know
We Up , On Top
Fuck you and the whole crew that you with
Real Dope Boyz we makin a scene
Make one call my niggas gon pop out
Shit Yo' bitch wanna fuck, I'm not Mc Lovin
Goofy, havin' my way with the money Havin' my way with the plug
Every time I shop, he always showin' Love If
deGrasse Tysons
They inspired by squealers
That's doing lifings
I get three hours of sleep
Just to get better
These cowards, they out here sour at me
Petty
showin', I don't care
Don't love nobody, it's not worth while
All alone, runnin' wild. Runnin' wild
No gal will ever make a fool of me
No gal! I mean
a job
Then you brag in your raps
To me it sounds odd
'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a ho
And now you niggas
breathe
All my love for the city won't let me leave
What they expect from me?
They want the best from me
They gonna get it, yeah
[Chorus]
[Krayzie
the hustlin on the corner
(love these thug niggas ya heard me)
Know what I'm sayin makin it happen
Niggas in the rap game changin their lives
Silkk,
of my sleeve
To serve 'em to the fiends
Better rock or get rocked, rob or get jobs, out of wedlock
Showin' love to all the head shops, peace
Demonstrate
character
Ooh, I love the thrift shop And no, I ain't embarrassed by it
Fifty dollar outfit I'm including the shoes
Hittin' every thrift store in the city I'm
Oh, I took a wrong turn but it was the right turn
My turn to have me a ball
All the boys in the shop told me just where to stop
If I wanted to play
that, the kick back
Freeze up like water
PA 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class
Cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga
Maybe I give up on this little mermaid
Maybe I give up on this little mermaid
Maybe I give up on this little mermaid
I been showin love, showin love
sons ears
Younger kid, younger every year, yeah
So if you love me baby this is how you let me know
Don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know,
I hope to be there by the morning
And see this pining all transforming
Into the arms of the Georgia sun
Savannah
I'd love to feel the heat
past dawn on your front lawn
Me and Juan ensurin' you that your slut daughter's gone
At the pawn shop, tryna sell this Baume watch
She's a white
The brotha's got this complex occupation
The brotha's got this complex occupation
The brotha's got this complex occupation
Me and this baby
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