Lyrics:
in a Beam
You could buy a crib in Cape Town for the sea (nice)
Or we could set you up in Durban
Summer all year the weather is not a burden (nice)
Cling to that photograph young man
You may not ever talk again
Losing all your friends
Wet pavement march that never ends
Down streets of red brick
me talk to 'em
All in the club never lean or drop
She on the dance floor, pussy pop (bitch)
I rock with my cock out
Just roll with my talent
Bet
If he'd went to the lakers
It's over with
I ain't asking for shit cause it's already taken
Y'all debilitated sadly mistaken
For who they thought you
I thought I’d have it all together
By the time I reached this specific moment
I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t own it
And express that
(Catch 22 you can tell by the sound)
(ZombieOnTheTrack)
Mobbin' round town like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Mike a young fly nigga they sayin' it
produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party
made the dinner
They said, from all the talk, you shouldn't drive or even walk
And this just in, we're asking everyone to turn off their power
They
smooth
Struttin that ass is what i do
Bouncin my ass all over the town
It ain't a far walk where im goin now
Its only 38 miles
Why dont you take a walk
down
Sing me a song that will put me to sleep
Nightly routine, dream your night on the town
Hold in all your thoughts, I don't talk when I'm out
Who fault is it, that you not bout your business Who put a gun up to your head and said stop
Your commitment
What made you stay in bed all day, as if
by?"
And I said, "Mom, I'm really pushed for time
But I'll see you in a week or two"
And I was drivin' through this little town
In Georgia when I
kneelin', by a grave in an old cemetery.
I stopped my car and walked over to where the little boy was kneelin' down. And
he smiled up at me and said,
cryin, and i'm tryin i'm tryin
To keep the talk real, but you just gotta stop lyin
I'm out here tryna tell y'all what i'm about, i put the good grooves in
2xs
They want me to talk ima talk it
Cause most of these niggas they counterfeit
Niggas just hate cause we balling
All in the mix with all kind
Y'all bite
Came through
Y'all side
Y'all crew
Y'all tired
Run through your block yeah
I'm at the top yeah
Done with the talk, yeah
Done we're the top,
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
of gasoline
I call your bae a turkey way they fucking gobbuhling
I'm giving thanks by spanking ass and leaving booty throbbuhling
Oh my
Don't know why
Y'all all
Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang
Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang
Screwed up click, I'm a let the world know
Before it's all over, we could
Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang
Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang
Screwed up click, I'm a let the world know
Before it's all over, we could
Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang
Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang
Screwed up click, I'm a let the world know
Before it's all over, we could
Tell me if I called you, would you come over You ain't gotta stay, girl, we could talk
things over Or we could get closer, over to the sofa
I can tell
til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how
thinking about the good times they had
Just like it's all over now
They kind of miss their little town
Sighing loud
And as they come and go
The fire burns
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