Lyrics:
Ricky Ravioli
It's the biggest boss, baby
It's the biggest baby, yes
Let's go
Top down, my smoke thick
Free throws, I don't miss
White tees, my
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen in the peripheral, he jump tryna run by
His man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun back
Piece
you can be the lady
We can build a house, make a little baby
Hey ye ye ye
Are you lonesome tonight?
Hey ye ye ye
I can make you feel alright
Hey ye ye
no doubt about it we were doubly blessed
'Cause we were barely seventeen and we were barely dressed
Ain't no doubt about it
Baby got to go and shout
the sky
Joseph, we'll never forget you
It's tough but we're gonna get by
There's one more angel in heaven
There's one more star in the sky
Joseph,
get paid in full
Look at what we made it through, baby, we fucking powerful
Can't fall off, I got a son, fool, I gotta do somethin', dude
Run flat
like Bone, Bone, Bone!
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til
the gangsta team
Stop your run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene
The other reason, we got a gang of green
If there's better at getting cheddar
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
And again it's one more try yuh know
Ten time me cry and ah dry me eye yeah
Well yuh dun know ah
Pressure i've run through check dis
Dutty yeah!
like that
Whenever we touch like this
Whenever I touch your lips
Baby, my heart beats faster by the minute
Whenever I get like this, yes
You know
married (baby, lets get married) (uh-huh, check it out)
Said I done it all (ooh, ooh)
But frankly, girl, I'm tired of this emptiness
I wanna come home
way from here
Yes well there I sat so all alone
Like a king who sits upon his throne
And whose kingdom may have just gone home
With another
with all my boys, you know I'm sayin'?
Yo, turning mad chicks (cyaan', run back ah her all the while, you know?) (check it deep)
Turning everybody
slow
Slow is the way
Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
Hope and I pray where I run at you run away with me
That's if my gun get busy we gotta get outta
freed by the truth
You aint gotta run after kush,true
Rather you be running with the dudes,who
Be coming with the illest of the realest
River giving
never out of bounds
I train for the gold, I can go trill ground
Steel city baby, we've got super bowl bound
Wreck-a-leck a sec while I check a check
before we go insane
run, run, running before we go insane
and if we get to live by tomorrow
I guess there'll be somebody to blame
so don't cry baby
wrong like that
Yes, it's flattering that you're feelin' me
But I got to say that it's all for me
There's nothing that I will do
To run the risk
I be your favorite tune?
I want to be your breakfast in bed
And baby I'll be your food
Mr. Too Damn Good To You
Yes sir, hmm
you've been hurt
talkin' 'bout?
Let 'em know how we feelin' right now
Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take
my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!
Why, why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check
made it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless"
That was the 80's,
it but we only took baby steps
Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks
To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless"
That was the 80's, but
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