Lyrics:
(What?)
Or if he has a son named 'PINOCCHIO',
Or what?
Whether he's really a NICE PERSON or if he has a son named 'PINOCCHIO' or what?
Some men say
patience
No matter what I love you, we were so amazing
Tryna hold on, tryna hold on
But, how can I when the silence been so long
Tryna hold on, tryna hold
heavenly
How can I forget the way that you held me close
In your warm embrace So jigilly
Oh you watched me give birth to our son King Jhamilli
What kinda
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak
wanna see me falling
Is it really what you want
Hold on bitch oh don't play me
Girl don't leave me
Why you leaving
Is this really what you want
Tell me
dead only
2 Months in
To a life he lived
Mom couldn't bear
Her son now gone
Were the Drugs her first or last resort
Would you know what to do if you
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
to move on
Just maintain, hold on, but my son, just keep it strong
Everything gon' be alright
Keep you're head to the sky
Just as long as you keep it
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
even change for me
Sticking to the script like a movie we cut in every scene every time I fall back, I feel I died in every dream
Tell me what you want,
and college courses
Still a nigga struggle on whatever course
And it what cost me
Couple friends i done lost and
Still in a slave space paid by the bosses
Daily
a given, baby
Nevermind the haters And believe what you believe in baby
Race of life you're such a sprinter
Even if you lose it You're still a winner
Baby,
So easy to give it all up
When it gets a little tough
But just hold on hold on to me
Don´t let go of what it was
When you know you found the one
Just
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm runnin with a click thats bein' hunted by the grim reaper
To all
won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm runnin with a click that's bein' hunted
would never show, you never come to take us
My sister's grew up, stopped waiting by the window
But I remember saying I will never be the son who gave up
I
better
God don't like ugly, and God don't like no quitters
You know what Billie Holiday said?
Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
You know?
but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side,
that's in me
Crown you my queen
Hold me down won't you please (Yeah)
Love how this feels
Can't believe that it's real (Nah)
Love how this feels
Can't
by You, loved by You
I am loved
Loved by You, loved by You
I can't believe the way You love me, You love me
I can't believe the way You love me
This
and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But, son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm
and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But, son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm
to die
To pay for the shit they've done
I believe in an eye for an eye
Now what you believe in Salvador Agron, Mr.Agron,
Senor Agron.
Sal
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