Lyrics:
on me
Gon blame it on me
I'm tellin' you right now, yeah
That if the world turns upside down gon blame it on me
Gon blame it on me
I'm used to only eatin'
lights
Pull it out, you tellin me to please slide
I ain't servin what the fiends like
I just got a couple of bars no klondike
Tryna make you ahh, like
discussion
You had excuses by the dozen
Yeah, these voices in my head tellin' me I'm next
I can't seem to move on she put me in a hex yeah
This complicated
of the cold for yuh
You don't know about my side cause it's a different story
Sittin' here tellin' me what I don't wanna hear
I know you be seeing me fight what
Thinking you're the man but you're the wrong guy You're sittin' tellin' stories that you told twice
The dream that you're sellin' sounds so nice
But
Like a mack truck
That big round thang
It just rounds up
All that past shit
It don’t mean none
You a self made
You don’t need none
Natural body
Didn’t
to swing
That's when I seen her
Her name was Tina
Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina
I said, "How you doin', my name's Big L
Don't ask me how I'm
to swing
That's when I seen her
Her name was Tina
Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina
I said, "How you doin', my name's Big L
Don't ask me how I'm
already know how the story go, nigga, what else
See the messages comin' out clearly, you better with me, who else
Now the law about presentation, elevation,
rap and sing
But tell me what they want from me
Tried to show 'em but yo they can't see
So I wrote it hope it that they can read
They tellin' stories
This is a deep story, a very deep story
The life of Young Rome, picture me
In the hood playin' hidin'-go-get-it
With a slingshot in my back pocket
Uh, big man on campus, ooff
My big brother, was good brother?
Used to be me and you, brother
How you doing brother?
How's your family, and your
Altima was?"
While we drive she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man
Baby, I fully understand
Let me help you with a plan
While he trickin' off,
back
We all got a story
That can empower or destroy
So which one are you tellin yourself
It ain't depression
Rather perfection
That had me
respect lil nigga feel me
I'm a soldier 5'11 from magnolia
Look, don't talk I'll show ya
You with yo boys look I'm by myself
You talkin noise look that's
tellin' stories 'bout his past
Never thought that he'd get here, but with her smile there, he knew he could last
Just a picture of her now, but she gave him
to make him speak in tongues
While inside that pussy
Bad bitch taste like cherry kiwi
Real big Real big double DDs
Bad bitch taste like cherry kiwi
Real big
Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite
in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
to know why I'm cold in bed
Tellin' me to hold my head
Askin' why I scold my kids
Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sold
is a honkytonk man
I could tell by the green shirt and big white beard that he was tellin' the truth
He flew south to get away from those elvish
Ghetto stories let me talk bout it Bitch ass hating ass niggas
A lot of niggas do fuck shit Plotting on my mother fucking Downfall hot hot hot
Nigga
more
They cuttin' them checks, I'm back, come on
They tellin' me, welcome back, it's on
Yeah,
you want that fire
got fire to put all the traps to off
that switch
Nigga, my life so lit right now, might pull a Hannah Montana 'round this bitch
I be tellin' them hoes my city I ain't with that baby mama
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