Lyrics:
travel brochures
Virtual premieres, I've got nothing left to wear
Looking out from these prison walls
You got to rob Peter if you're paying Paul
But
a threat for real"
"If you don't know me by now" "I am"
"Clinton Sparks" "Down with"
"Shady" "And"
"Shade" "4-5"
all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, if you a man put
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
shit, get out the way ho
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all)
I
Then it's going down
Watch me do my thang
You fucking with Sean Paul
We can hit the bed
And throw her up against the wall
Yeah, you the shit
Ya matching
licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you
end
You have no one to turn to
But you can lean on Him
He'll never let you fall and
All you got to do is call Him
He's just a friend
A friend,
and splurge the tab, uh
Hops out the truck like "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend
Everybody got their super power hiding
Deep within their beating heart
If there only was a damsel in distress
I’d kiss her on a shooting star
yeah, re-up
That's my nigga, water colors couldn't even paint the picture
They don't get the picture, fuck them
Yeah, drugs by the dozen
You might
talking into those rough and narrow roads
Playing old songs that you never heard so clear
If Paul Gilley wrote the words to the saddest song that Elvis
problems
Boy you don't want no problems
Uh, talk that shit, get your shit fucked up
Got a bitch who chop dicks and
A bitch who cuts nuts
Which one of these
would stay
If I wasn't me, wasn't committed
I told my mom and my dad it'll be the last Christmas
In the hood that you can visit
Oh boy I got it, no
Engine 99
Steam drivers, rollin' right on by.
Mr. Engineer, you see I've got a little problem here.
My baby, she's aboard your train,
She says she's
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
You Dont Watch The News
You See Theres A Lot To Lose
Cuz We Got A Baby
And People Are Shady
[Bridge: Drake]
My Generation Is Changin
Aside From
the codes
While the rest got exposed by the ghosts of their past
For throwing up cap like a graduating class
But Queens been running around since Run
trust your mans
Gotta get right and that is the problem my nigga
If you know me know I'm ballin' my nigga
John Wall, Chris Paul, Pau Gasol on you niggas
I
sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She
licky, fuck the dicky dicky
And the quickie, gimme your loot
Your MAC-11 then shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps
Shouldn't compete if you
facts
I do what makes me happy
Why you got a problem with that
I do what makes me happy
Do you have a problem with that
Don't judge me if I'm happiest by
to hear this
Dead lies, that is how we livin'
But if you're doin' somethin' to make
Just let it all be forgiven
If you're doin' somethin' to make your
to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a court
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