Lyrics:
god, really need ya)
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside (help me baby, help me sweetheart)
Hah, and you'll be alright, ya'know what I'm sayin?
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Yaya yaya
Ohh
Shawty she my queen she my person
So imma go ahead and put the work in
No I wouldn't have no other version
Ya I know this shit for
A Strange Situation Cause No Some Seems To Care
Its Populated By People Of Combinations And Situations
That That Slowly Through Time That Start Pain Me
'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya
It's that thug passion, you know what I mean? (A whole lotta thug in ya)
(A whole lotta thug in you)
Bitch, no mercy (a whole lotta thug in me)
What
way to Austin, Texas
Headed right from California
For that South By South West
Twenty hour drive without rest
No down time, no sound check
But that
to thrive? In a mutual divide?
(mutual divide) In due time it'll pay off
With a new life and a safe box
You'll cruise by in the same socks
Ya too polite to ya
phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga coming around here
Dailing my number, how the fuck he get the
Listen nigga, ya BITCH ain't shit anyway
Her pussy no
walk she like the way i talk
An when my phone ring she no its a money call
Taking money calls cus the placing orders kuddy riding by deuce n a quater
but that's so threatening
Jerking
S3 mede makoma no ma wo a jealousy ne beku
Me forgetti wo body no y3 burden
She's sexy by design
Can I call you mine
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
ya man a clown
Don't you call my cellular phone
If its not about no money homes
Don't you call my cellular phone
If its not about the money homes
Don't
numberz in my phone
No one at da crib askin what time I'm comin home
I can't do it shawty I'm grown
I can't do it and I'm on my own
I aint got no ties but I
was dead
Phone call after phone call yeah I answered nigga every time you called
Down bad when you was on & off I was there for ya nigga know the law
one pick
You say "Girl!", roll ya eyes, twist ya neck
But it comes from the soul
You don't mean no disrespect
And even when they check you, you just
you don't be around
Yo out ya fucking mind?
I'm coming to you now
My niggas is wanted
By street, by the state, by the hood
They up to no good
My niggas
find my wallet I'll be on my way
Bigger brotha steps to his girlfriend's place
Just then the phone rings and it was moms to say
Remind ya big brotha
deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We
It's that thug passion, you know what I mean? (A whole lotta thug in ya)
(A whole lotta thug in you)
Bitch, no mercy (a whole lotta thug in me)
What
hold the phone
Cuz you're Front page girl
And you're wrong
But I play favorites
It's game time
But I wont play ya
It's O.T.
And I wont save ya
Ya old
a dooley
Know im gettin them racks it ain't no need to do me
Tell by ya rap that ya trap ain't nun
Tell by ya h** that ya ain't gettin money
Why ya in
Why you calling my phone
I done had enough
Told you leave me alone
I don't want your love
Better off on my own
Cause i don't really wanna talk to ya
don't HAVE ANYBODIES INFORMATION PLEASE LEAVE YOUR INFORMATION
MY PHONE GOT RAN OVER BY JAY LENO
SUBMISSION BY YA BOY KEV
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