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Will you marry me? In a club? We can make babies, they got technologies,
so two dude's sperm can be one baby, yo.
Yo we done forgotten somebody up
And it's looking there's no way out
I'll come riding to rescue
All you gotta do is call my name
I'll be your belle star
You can be my Jesse James
It
Ima do it like this
Gimme one time you gon think it's a fluke
Gimme two and I you know coming back sis
Gimme three you gon think we a thing
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
that bitch suck my erection
Im rock hard just like Patrick
Flip that bitch like gymnastics
I only trust my cash friends these niggas be on fag shit
You
Suzie cries and called him names, “you stupid blinking jerk”
Now James gets really hurt by this, and thinks that makes him weak
He’ll stamp his foot
ignorance
Once the reaper comes
Because you got told about the cure by your drink doctor
Go back on the bright, straighten up your life
To you we do implore
I float
Like a nigga just copped him a ghost
Nigga want beef
We gone do him like James Saint Patrick
Three bad bitches know that shit a hat trick
Fuck
a shot from Patrick Ewing
My nigga, what you doing on these corners with me?
"I thought you had a show?" Well ma nigga I guess I didn't
I'm tryna get
overtake the tide
So you don't ever break stride
Like Nike, "Just do it!"
Obeying comes fluent
My future, he drew it
The lies, I knew it
Move forward,
Never felt so low
Ain't no one knows
Baby, no
Cause I know
What you did
I know
To win my heart
You're lying the night
It's hard
To keep me up
It
If you miss his top then go spin back again
Get caught by the laws you can't have no regrets
I'm praying ask God to forgive all my sins
Like where I
on the market
What do you know
About the Lamb of God
12am tryna caught me an opp
If you don't pray you're losing the Plot
Got Spiritual corn I'm banging off
she bout to start
What we doin, these streets cold like New York im Patrick Ewing
If its the finals i cant let you win
She said she wanna slow down im
to be true
Please don't love me
If that's not what you're gonna do
Em A C
I believe you when you say
G
You love me too
Cmaj7 B7
So please don't love
and laughter
Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master
I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have
Still ima celebrate
Someone grab my cape
Watch me do my
UHH
(HOOK)
To get on up
I had to get on down
I feel like James Brown
James Brown
(VERSE 2)
changed, still doin' my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me (stunt like me)
Big Tymer
just steady, just doing my own thang)
I just do it (ha!)
I just do it you know
My momma said to do what you know
So I'ma do what I know
James Brown
mama said boy you a star so you know I live it up
Like a rocket James harden boy you know I’m taking off
I remember last year they ain’t do nothing for
man I'm trying to do it right
What would you do to live a dream, go get a bag by any means
Ever since I was little all I wanted to do was ball
What you
as you're right there with me
I just want to run away
I'm sick of longing for a brighter place
Where I can wake up to blue skies every day
So when I go
I
the same
I do not watch niggas food, my steak and potato is great
I ran outta favors today
If you ain gang do not link me baybay
If you ain gang do not link
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