Lyrics:
stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck
Funny how I talk to much but I never got though,
Front door - lead me to your bed room,
Your stuck in my head like
old thing
With an odour than threatens your sanity
The audience shouts hooray
But they're forty feet away!
Then you wait for the swell of a nautical
raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!
Life's a mess don't stress, test
I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin
Blessed much love to my
to your pussy nub"
Sweet love, love is love, love is love love
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom
Thoughts consumed by the passion
Slow jam tunes
trying to make it
Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many
Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van
In a black sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans
You know how I roll, bitch
Getcha freak on
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For shizzle my nizzle used to
Dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get your
thoughts consumed
By the pa**ion, slow jam tunes and body action
My finger's on the clit splashin', your p**** lips
Got you spazzin', love juices,
is seen throughout
The smoke of funeral pyres
Black rats do my work
Punishment begins
Cover your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for your
a thang
Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm
Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn
Why play with fire, burn
The shells from Twin's .44, blew the hinge off her door
Without that check every month how she gon' pay for the crib?
Man, social service finna come and take
represent
So to my peeps in the PJ's, throw your hands in the air (For all of y'all)
Let me know you're out there
To my peeps in the PJ's, throw your
Ever since a junior, I've been on that bullshit
You know like a fireplace? That's how hot your wood get
So Santa come yo' ass down the chimney
Behind
is seen throughout
The smoke of funeral pyres
Black rats do my work
Punishment begins
Cover your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for your
time on a ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for three
of too much to give
Though they can't see she wants to live
Through different eyes
How could it be
Their arms turned to wings as they were set free
How
misery
Now you can move that wing
and Little birdie you can sing
Thank you
for your feathered company
Now Fly back up to the sky,
be free
From low pros, she rolls with gold things (Dogg Pound), we riding for sure
So tell me how much money can one player make? (Make)
And how much ass can
Sounds insane, you're speaking my language
[Chorus]
[Black Thought]
One for the pressing, two for the cross
Three for the blessing, four for
Up in the double are (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?
Don't
One of those fucking, awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
Is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions
You can call eight ball in the corner when you shootin' pool
But when you play the game of life, ain't no stupid rules
Gotta go for yours at all times
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
how much I'll shine
Cuz butterflies can't see their wings
Butterfly you better fly
Butterfly you better fly
Butterflies can't see their wings
Butterfly
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