Lyrics:
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I
out of key
Oh, baby I get by (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
I say I'm
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
on cash, say cheers
But don't sweat it, leave the sweatin' to the beer
And come on down, swing on by
Bring whatever's been on your mind
Locals on tap
what I want with my life
But yeah apart from that thank you guys for listening to this trailer
And when the album comes out please listen to it
Please
and prove,
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're
sale
Hello? Yeah, I'm the guy
I got 'er all cleaned up
Just come on by
This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
Sittin' right beside you
you can get 'em for cheap
Still run through the 6
I got shooters on Moreland, my diamonds like water
My Rollie be frosty, it's colder than Boston
I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone
Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
So as I
([...])
We always take my car although it's a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady
the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's coming back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You wouldn't know what I mean
jealous guys
See me, I live by the four pimp rules
Number one, you control the situation
You get in they head before you get in they bed
And number two,
fuckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hop in your
to salute the truly pimpin'
Not many women can refuse this pimpin'
I'm a nice guy, but don't get it confused, this pimpin' (everybody get up)
Shake your
the album's not done yet,
it's still gotta get
mixed
Oh, okay, alright,
alright,
we already know that It's gotta get
mixed,
I gotta shoot
some music videos
You
the album's not done yet,
it's still gotta get
mixed
Oh, okay, alright,
alright,
we already know that It's gotta get
mixed,
I gotta shoot
some music videos
You
go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all get
who got away
It's a beautiful day
It's my turn to fly, so girls, get in line
'Cause I'm easy, no playin' this guy like a fool
But now I'm alright
me all alone," I fall apart
It takes everything in me just to get up each day
But it's wonderful to see that you're okay
Hello Mr. "Perfectly
(Weird to me)
Put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye
Fuck you anywhere, I'm that type guy (that type guy)
At the church, on the plane,
the go-go girls would
Get fewer.
His friends was fewer.
All his buddies are startin' passin' him on the other
Side of the street.
And then it happened
me standin' in the doorway cryin'
I got nothing to go back to now
Maybe they'll get me, and maybe they won't
But not tonight and it won't be here
The most telling poems r
Writing by Run Mascara on my jowls...
Barman, dare to fill my glass
Uh… In which I gonna bury my sorrows..
And I need guys for
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
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