Lyrics:
1, 2, 3, 4 to the 5'10
Light brown eyes, bet you they rewind when
I walk by, squawk by, high five them
Get real awkward turtle if they give
from over the way My name's important to say
Followed by the things that I pray for I wanna try to master my faith
I wanna fly, afraid I'ma fall I
shoulder
[Chorus: x2]
Young, dumb, full of fun
Dumb diddy dumb diddy you'll get done
Livin' this life
I can't help but dis my dream
Maybe
knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital see-P-T
Boy you
lyin' (catch you lyin')
You won't reach shit, 'cause you won't keep on trying (you don't try)
And this shawty, yeah, I see that she is into me
She rub her
he’s sorry but I know he didn’t mean it
Cause pretty boyz are dumb
And ima guess there’s not a lot to go by
Pretty boy messed up
You learn your lesson
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
boys wan be me
She so trapped like she can't leave me
I know when I rub her chest I get it wet sum like it's Figi
Makin money that shit easy
Love my drip
the brilliance of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets of the Chi proud
Known to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat girls and boys
a big toy
Nothing changed boy
I want my mama proud of her boy
So she can enjoy
I'm on a mission
I got my angels
I got my bible
That gas got me dumb
But
I am Pluto
Hjemme i min by der går det bo bo boom (boom)
Fuck med meg det er dumt dum dum (ey)
Ikke kom for nærme ikke zoom (zoom)
Mine OGs sa alltid
come from
The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
Still bustin' guns
And pull it out just like a DVD
Don't do no clubbing
I just stated what she do to me
Like it nothing
Now you better stay true to me
That boy he just woke up
And brothers is dumb young
Young boys
Still bustin' guns for the slum
That they come from
Cops is the only ones they gonna run from
That's it
They puttin'
Hayy
Swag right
Hayy
Swag so dam hard when I walk by
They looking like
Did you see that
Swear to mother fucking god
Won't say a thing
Less I mean
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
I have lost all my love
So one thing left for that is drug (That's all my love)
You're my drug I been took, trying to avoid
Left my boy home alone
was attacked by some idiot in the projects
So dumb, so dumb, so dumb, so
He's climbin' in your windows
He's snatchin' your people up
Tryna rape
And if he dumb enough I tell that boy run it up
I got Mookie in this bitch we gon fuck the summer up
Keezy on these beats and you know he gon dumb it
limpin'
But back back to the nitty gritty
Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city
By the time that he realized that he fucked up
The stupid
realized just how this could feel. Stuck by your side but I don’t regret, you just ain’t somebody I’m bout to press.
I ain’t that stupid boy.
It ain’t
What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
Hey, hey
Dis ya boy, Lil Jon (Lil Jon)
BME Click (BME Click)
What's up 40? (What's happenin'?)
What's up
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