Lyrics:
bond-IA to Cali-forn-IA
But I represent the Q and you knew
Whole hearted
That I'd be trooping through with
Crew so don't get started
Or get smarted, by
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
you embarrassed
I'm comin in first I don't care if you're second or last by the time you catch up we in Paris
M on your head like a Michigan fan
Run me
happening
If I make a call it might be me they shut the casket on
What resources or forces of origin are you asking of
Who benefits from those confiscations
to the same dirty walls that I saw last night. C'mon
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure, I don't think they will ever measure
be our final break up
If I knew then what I know
Now wouldn't never let you go
Cause I, baby I, e, I never saw this coming
Shoulda took the time
shawty to come though
No pressure, just pleasure if you want to
I mean... cuz I'm good all by myself
But feel better if you let a spitta share the wealth
Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout
ladies and gentlemen
Got me some bread, made some paper
Costly fabrics, minks and gators bitch I'm balling
(diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
that really how you feel?
Nigga, the internet isn't real!
Yeah, I saw a lady get fucked
In the ass by a goat
Laugh for an hour, that's all she wrote
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
'm sayin'?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' about you
"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
'm sayin'?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talkin' about you
"Why the fuck B.I.G. don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
down even when I shouldn't be,
She's there when I'm in need,
But she isn't cheap,
The last time I saw her,
Mostly I couldn't breathe,
And they say she's
I'm weary from my travels
I've come a long, long way
I haven't felt a woman
Since last that I was here
Oh, won't you bring me whiskey
And run
something good won't last forever
I know too much of any thing is bad whatever
Long as we have good and bad times together
Bad times make the good times
'm easy to be provokin'
Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin'
Don't make me proceed
I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin'
from a lame
Phucc boy, trying to get the pussy same day
You aint never gonna find the one looking that way, no
Until the time you saw I
Introduced
hit the shade club or drink much
But today I got my pay stubs, I'm laced up
Let me show you what the face does, a drink does
Saw you movin' from
the trash
Niggas riding by in they whip I see them fucking laugh
If bitches saw this shit we talking no pussy
No kitty no titties and I would neva hit the
All
some noise (listen)
If that's not the best big help I could possibly get, I do not know what, okay
Now if you came here to have a good time
Whether
would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood
to switch lanes fast I said I tried
Cause the next thing I know, I saw clouds in the sky
I was laying on my back there was cars passing by
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