Lyrics:
a creation
Wanna welcome you into my mansion with a invitation
I'm a young nigga, ain't used to relations
And know I ain't patient (no, no)
She told me she
his door
Gone fishin', he ain't workin' anymore
There's his hoe out in the sun where he left a row half done
He said "hoein' ain't no fun", he ain't
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
In
Please don't say
What I think
You're about to say
Don't take
The mood away
By asking questions
You already know
The answers to
No
You're not
I woke up this morning, I had a boner
I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner
I be going through shit, losin' bitches
baby, uh
Still gonna have some fun, ooh
You say it's over, it ain't over yet, baby, uh
Didn't wanna go, and now I'm goin', yeah, uh
Act like you
house of fun
I read it in the news we ain't got no worry
But it won't be in the paper when D Day comes
Lord, Have mercy
ain't no pushin' me, bro might put you on a tee
Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't
The Little Bus by Mark""Buc"" Williams 2012(ASCAP)
(V1)
When I was back in middle school
My buddies and me thought we were cool
We'd never had
face is only a shield
Hiding the way I really feel
Walking in that night
Holding conversation with only myself (with only myself)
Just ain't no fun
Til 12 come
Spray a tommy gun
Til 12 come
Fuck up a dumb bum
Til 12 come
We’re just having fun
Til 12 come
Till 12 come
Put a bullet in his tummy
It was a sunset a real nice sunset
Took a ride with you and
That's when we got undressed
Silence my telephone and that's my protest
Let me focus, no
I dont want no tommy
Pull up in bugatti
Yea da feds steady watchn
Opps still trying
Bands on my body
Think i signed luminati
Da fame shit it got me
up, like a worn out shoe
Ain't wet, but the world's leakin' through
I'd run, but I find no pace
I laugh, but it's wrecking me
Wrecking me
It make
Yeah I'll have fun with that
Reminisce when you came out the womb
Tears of joy I think filled up the room
You are now the reason that I fight
I ain't
love shit stay behind
And ain't no nigga like me bitch
I'm one of a kind
Feed him shells we gone send him to the doctor
Spray him down with bullets like
The best thing you can do is forget her
'Cause so help me God, if you ever touch that girl again
You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back
Francisco), City by the Bay yeah
(San Francisco), he he he he hey
(You've got me)
(San Francisco), San Francisco
(San Francisco), take me to the water
fightin' Satan
Leave me faded, I feel painless, I go out gracious
I'm tryna feel a shade of greatness by celebratin'
Bring entertainment, goin' brainless,
to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin' first, and that ain't no fair exchange
Only one thing that you, can do, for me
Baby you can
really doubt me?
Give no fuck about a bounty
Bitch I feel like John Gotti
Bitch I get it how I want it
I ain't playin ain't no bitch boy
Born broke die
gonna shoot your Sheriff down
Big tall man standing in the street
Now a hand hovering ready to slide
Drew out his gun, it wasn't for fun
Let me in
Uhhh
Tommy Hilfiger with the cash I run it up
Ay ay ay ay
Tommy Hilfiger with the cash I run it up
Ion' do no singles in my hands I'm doubled up
You
with it)
Only girl just wanna fun with me (fun with me)
These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah
Drrah, da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-da, da
Drrah,
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