Lyrics:
to make my move
I breathed my last sigh and I
Started to groove with my baby
Who was still dancin' with the other guy
By the look in her eye I was a martyr
that
Y'all been full of cap you passing me the torch
I threw it back
Y'all go keep that Dallas fame
Cause I done seen it, I don't want it
Cap rappin,
Me and Norlly back to back just like Batman and Robin
Good Head on her shoulders but didnt go to college Young niggaa came from the projects
I ain't
don't need no persuasion
I've balling and didn't need a agent
.. My feet so soft they feel amazing
My locs re twerked by my black girl
Black girl
corn that looks like hay and that's no good
If that ain't enough my band broke up
I'm outta money and busted up
My guitar got stole I sure wish that I
bad and her frame don’t even make sense
Paparazzi
Tell her pop it lock it
Flash ready when she throwin’ me that sloppy toppy
Lil’ mami gotta love it
She
I'm feelin down
I'm speedin up
Neva slowin down
Betta count me in
Neva count me out
I'ma change the game
You can hate game
Don't hate the player
Gotta
been by my lonely
But I'm not lonely
With all these racks on me
These niggas don't know me
These bitches don't know me
They just know the old me
I got
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
drink alone
Sitting by myself, sippin´ from every bottle cleaning the shelf
I'm right here while you took off with a sharp dressed cunt with a golden
happiness isn't for everyone
Thought these feelings would overcome with my first born son
I really don't understand why pain makes me feel good
Seems like
convictions don't concern me
I'm just doing whats worthy
Always on sight
I Look alive I'm all perky
Damn
I'm making plans after plans
I'm taking chance after
of mine
And I think I know what you know
I'm not that smooth but I'm not blind
The hours pass us by as gin slips slowly
Past our tingling spines,
beauty's only skin deep.
Yeah yeah yeah.
Beauty's only skin deep.
Yeah yeah yeah.
So if you're lookin' for a lover
(Oh, yeah) don't judge a book by its
love and I don't care who knows it
And she's a good old fashioned girl
Where have you gone, Betty Crocker?
Come back, Brigitte Bardot, Eddie was in for
You held out and hurt yourself again did I not make it clear
To look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average
Dope you're in the dream
an old apartment full of hoarders
it’s on the front page, people are outraged
cause they don’t know the whole incident was staged and if you said so, they
shinin' down on my back door
And your laughter washes all my cares away
There's not a day goes by that I don't look up to the skies
And humbly thank
deserves a toast
My reality's fathered sons
My holy feels revealed the ghosts
And I do not conform to the system
My life isn't valued by goods or what I
to you
Something just won't let me through
I don't know what I'm gonna do
Help me, please
'Cause I can swim in a stream
And I can hear the clock chime
on no bone-tip, just real good friends
We on some hug-up and kiss, boy she looking neat
Head-to-toe in new gowns and two new gold teeth
I said 'What you
to Kylie they try to look sexy
I gave one my number I told her to text me
"My boyfriend's on his way he'll be here to collect me"
"If you're quick we can go
the state that I'm in
But it's not how they told you
My intentions were good
I was just bursting apart like the end of the arc
Holding on to whatever I
corn fly, story of my life
Say you're rollin' certified
I hear that story all the time
See a dodgy lookin' ride
Up before they drive-by
'Cause the guys
Discuss these praise looks good on you by don moen Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In