Lyrics:
tryna fight you get g****d with a knife
She a freak bitch, big thighs, keep her on the side
Do-do you feel ok, I need to know I'll give you space
Feelings
keep no record of wrong
Just keep movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on,
Your love is in and out, up and down, all around me
What am I waiting for
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
I was struck with awe and wonder as that woman caught my eye
Glory be, Lord! How in thunder could I ever pass her by?
She was an angel waitin'
I'm living to keep warm, you living to pay rent
I paid my way through, praying to Allah
You played your way through, by living in sci-fi
Bullshitting
life
They've always been by my side
Addicted to em yea I need my fixin
I got fishies check me water whip it
Cookin dope up catch me in da kitchen
a ride
Don't know where we'll go but I got her by my side
I don't know where the wind might be blowin'
You keep me coming around
You wear tight black
Cause lil' momma steady coughin up flem
I can't do it but,
Movin' on in the blue Yukon
This lil chick on the side, steady usin the horn
As she
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
gotta suffer?
Earth is no more, why don't you burn this mufucka?
(I don't think I can find a way to make it on this earth)
I beat yo' ass, keep
and it won't be long (keep your eyes on us)
One of these days and it won't be long (yeah, yeah, yeah, Deck)
I'm from the home where the buffalo roam
boots
Got a wild side
But I keep it chained up
Got a wild side
But I keep it chained up
Got a wild side
But I keep it chained up
Cos no one can tame
sense in gamblin' if you gamble to lose
If you made twelve dollars, you put seven away
And lived off the five, and never ever fuck with ya safe
But
drive
Twenty dis change I goes to this five
No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
Fire up the kush she hit it now this far
Now
I walk and perfects with a ill one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like after push
be okay
By Tuesday the hurt won't keep me from working
I'll hide it from everyone
Sounds easy to do if I could just get through
Day one
In
said don't ever
Because it's gonna keep 'em hanging around
Five years going by
Everyone is staying on their side
Never be down
I said don't ever
Cause
makin' good decisions, uh
Freein' up some clutter on the mantle, clear my vision up
I'm on a mission, uh
Five-six, I stand tall
Pop shit, know I keep
L.A.X. around six
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
It's Friday night
Two players in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' down
thing smokin'
Shit, I recognize that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's
the Dunn, P., but not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike
Uh, what, what, yo, yo, P-5-D uncut
Check it out, yo, yo, S-P uncut
Yo, yo, what, P-5-D uncut, yeah, yeah, it's that Philly shit
Yo, yo, check it
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time
niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
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