Lyrics:
a famous nigga
Here's the keys to the crib
Have you lovin' this life
And bitches ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life
And you frontin' ass
ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it
Making a table
I'm Clark Gable
You look at me
Like Vivian Lee
We've got something
Playful and insulting
You should know
That by now
Don't act like
Surrounding myself with the realist, who's chasing the same dream?
All of the sudden surrounded by fake homies
Who's just been wanting the same thing
Advance state of self awareness
Got too close to your fire
Got burned
Now who's really getting careless
Most of these rappers overzealous
And getting
you now man focus on something
I did this myself coming from nothing
Putting a foot in the door we can do more
If they don't believe it
Just leave them
(Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin')
(Listen all you fellas, the, the, kind she'd understand)
(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have
slappin' the phoney
Got to walk it off can't mosey
Who got you open up
Crack pipe still smokin'
Face frozen
Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
two of my niggas in the JC
But now I ask of you, first power, bring them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops
Bust in some fools
Reno
Words and music by Vikki Lee
You couldn’t wait
To whisk me away
We were in love
And love couldn’t wait
You had a plan
Put a rose in my hand
seconds of the game you still waiting to enter
I ain't gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner
Come on!! Here we come...(Here we come now girl)
leave it home
If he ain't got it right by now, then scratch him off
They just called me, said it's about twenty strong
They standin' at the door, don't
How dare you speak on where I’m
From if you ain't never been
Fried Kool-Aid who made
Never ate that in fact
Grandma was chefing for real
Made meals off
things change around
And funny you're the one who's cryin now
Who'll dry the tears from your green eyes
And feed you sympathy and lies
Cause you been
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
Where do I start
You dealing with a nigga who playing games with your heart
Traumatized from his
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog, but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
left sum for the kids
Sum to be missed by
I think about how for all I know by now I been died
And I
And I cry
But don’t we all
Close my eyes hoping I see
the one that givin' this a lovin' ya directly
You make me get inna the vibe, true ya sexy
How I know ya body perfectly
Shape and designer, girls tell them
keep Anna Lee company?"
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off Annie, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me
Crazy
and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops
So now I'm in the chop shop creating masterpieces
So it don't matter money what my funny label
Fanny
And you put the load right on me
I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I
about being seen
And lovin' you
Is not wrong, just not what I need
I've been so sad and blue
But now I know
You're the one who..
Let a good thing go
You
to the crib, have you lovin' this life
And bitches, ain't nothing fuckin' with a thug in your life
And them frontin' ass niggas who be caught in the hype
Like
it
Bein a player is cool when you a kid
until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
til one day you are
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