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the pay from Monday to Sunday
I need the paper I can't do no favors
I stay with the dope like I'm sellin' Topanga
Let's roll a whole eighth up Go tree by
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
and do coca
Want her but I can't control her
Want me but now that im kosher
Wasting my time im to focused yea
I can't trust none of these niggas
I can
to a singer
Up in her cervix she can have my swimmers
Said she boutta blow I ain't got no shield
Now she throwing it back like a nade in the field
I ain't even
on her back and the birds in a hat made a crease on her ass, I was washing and ironing
Constantly mowing the ground coz the green is profound at growing
money huh
Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come
You can't see me no more
I'm out in the country chump
With a girl from Capetown and
I got her from
start cappin, Uptown can start robbin
Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
Queens, gangsta lean with green
Word to Shaolin, I represent for Long
she stay with, this that Kid and Play shit
You're main chick got our night job, you can get a day shift
I'm a hit her from the back, Meek get her face
name?
Bitch, I can't believe I forgot (damn)
I'm outside all summer and you know the block is hot (hot, hot)
A bitch think that she her, but I know she
the sweeping strings that dreamily set up the minor chord. That brings me back to the sense of bittersweetness that I can't keep them the small forever time is
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair
Don't been afraid till you win a chip
Blessings
And I know you gon win it big
So bring it back home
Like a championship
Never let go no never
Forget
can have her
Cause I don't want none of y'all
3's Company, if you know what I'm sayin
Yeah
Put it on the danceflo'
Bring it back
She fell in love, hit my line bout the other night
Cant call her back cause I'm boarding
Money might just be the only language that I understand
So if
and Biggie?
With Eminem on the track so I can make my
Hell melt and make my head melt again
I’m back that’s all I need in the game
I need the bus pass just
the opposition offended
Talkin' greens on other sides of fences
We are blinded by our five lit, senses
Tryin' to drive this hive brain, Demented
Well I stay dazed
her wanna screama
Then I
Oop Krispy Cream her
Ladies bring your friends for a good time
And all my fellas bring some drinks for a good night
Oh yeah
started blackin' out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yakkin' mouth,
'fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
me in her body
Pull her hair fuck her curls
Man once she seen them bands
She throw it back I told her twirl
I told her go baby girl
Baby girl
Baby girl
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
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