Lyrics:
confessions
Man, I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all
something more
So come on and let it go
Oh oh oh
Tell me why
You think that you deserve a life of just getting by
You are alive
Stop taking flowers
was super bliss
You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira hips, ya dig
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell
keep calling me adam but yet I still don't gotta eve
I said that shit make believe
Yeah
I said that shit is make believe
Yeah
But they didn't trust me
YA
stupid in your area
Causing all kinds of hysteria
My beats is sick like malaria
But don't worry I'll take care of ya
Me and Ad an' Adam and the Mario
I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin' 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fugazi, sayin' ya crew blazin'
Like sayin' Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin'
that we roll
Yeah, that's the way that we roll
Hey I hope this works
There's more to life in Christ than just church
God made Adam by breathing into
the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D
that we roll
Yeah, that's the way that we roll
Hey I hope this works
There's more to life in Christ than just church
God made Adam by breathing into
am not tripping on the way to as show
Gotta tell em bout Jesus cause they need to know
Oh no it really ain't about me bro
I shouldn't ever say that
wild
Watchin' her, watchin' me
Escapin' to her, she's talkin' to me!
Girl, I can tell by the look in your eyes
And the way that you back it up
I can
want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
I switch up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump thirty shots on ya block
'Cause he spray that
want the whole enchilada
I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em
On the head at the bottom
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
It ain't hard to tell
If you don't wanna take it too far then well
You better stop flirtin'
Well I've been thinking 'bout it an' its been too long
So put them dirty dishes down and leave that laundry alone
Come on
Take me by the hand
else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump thirty shots on ya block
'Cause he spray that TEC, n-, if I say get it
them hips
[Chorus]
I gotta get some
Shorty I ain't trippin' we could do whatever ya like
I gotta get some
We could see a movie, go to dinner, by
back, girl)
Oh (I'm so lonely)
Nights I can't sleep, girl.
I tell you without ya, I'm weak girl.
Listen, not one single day, day goes by.
Can I
to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it
Aww now
Baby, you ain't gotta front if you want me
All you gotta do is come get me
Shorty cause I want
a freak, you're just discreet
Sugar check this out, this gon' be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it, aw now
Baby, you ain't gotta front
you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh, you're so down home girl
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