Lyrics:
the day that he returns
And I want to be by his side
And I need his love and pride
And if you see him
Tell him I'm begging
and lip syncin'
Styles P tried to fuck up Cam'ron drip
Cam kicked him aggressively in the chest a li'l bit (that was funny)
Can't describe the energy
If you really with it
Show you how to get it
Smokin on that pressure
Remember smoking midget
No pressure I'm around, man these niggas bitches
Gotta
breaching, he ain’t a problem
Ladies and gentleman know that I’ll drop him
Chorus:
Opps are imposters
They aren’t the monsters
Opps aren’t all shottas
that aint no problem
Come and get ya bitch she a pole hopper
Motherfuckin cold slida
Cookin up like curry im a goat in the making
Niggas cant fuck w me
Leave him, oh leave him, oh leave him, leave him, leave him, leave him! Hey!
He will come to see that we are not the ones in poverty
Leave him, oh leave
Sweet romance
The moment that my eyes first saw him
In a glance
I knew right from the start that I adored him
Sweet romance
I may never see the man
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
up...Haann
Yeah you heard what I said
A bitch still bout her bread
Plus I'm independent
Don't ask about a nigga
Cause you know how that shit go
I ain't coming
He'll fuck your shit up
If you try tell him he was wrong
Motherfucker
He acted in
The Matrix trilogy
That's three more movies than
You and you and me
a rocker
Every time that he drop, it's a bopper
In the booth, it get hotter and hotter
He can't trust no lil' bitch, they be hoppers
If she hopping, lil'
Drive by shooter running from the helicopter
Poppin and I'm at it again
310 Still bangin Compton
Here we come
If anybody want the smoke. Talkin all that
"I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed"
I'm low down and I'm shifty!
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where
July
Fireworking
Till you get the cancer
Picture graphic transfer
Twisted by the man
I was visuals
To plan it up
Driven by the damage
Cause all I ever
(Catch him, hit him, gotta grab him)
This ain't a few by the pool
(Catch him, hit him, gotta grab him)
Loose the fucking attitude
(Catch him, hit him
the fire ready
Man a fi you enemy
Nuff time him cry and she a tell him seh fi shut up
But him couldn't bear the site fi see him mother get touch up
By him
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this,
You seeing on me
180 I spent by the week
Talking to you girl 'cus pussy ain't free
All of these bills, they fallin' 'round me
You seeing on me
180 I
rammed by a tram
Or a ceiling fan
Wait
Naah, hold up hold up
You that stupid too
No way
Did I ever see you in class
Thrown out head and ass
Telling
hopper
I ain't ballin' yet bet I throw it on and I re rock it
Children of the corn in the kindergarten with Reboks's
He said he was the set so we set him
Man
Fiyah fiyah fiyah
they call for Super G
That's when they call for Super G Man
Them a call him a dealer
But a him healer
Them a call him a dealer
No way nuh uh
And u ain't him stop it with it right now
And u ain't him
Here I is sorry to keep you waiting
But now I'm back with more fire than
though the years roll by, my love will carry on
Oh I must not tear his soul; surely he must know
That it's gonna hurt me so
But I'll have to let him
though the years roll by, my love will carry on
Oh I must not tear his soul; surely he must know
That it's gonna hurt me so
But I'll have to let him
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