Lyrics:
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
see you don’t want that right
Why did I ever open up to you
Only for you to say I too Dey lie too Dey lie lie
In a better life ,In another world,
Through all the things that's not right
I need to know
Who's got love for me?
It's kind of cold comin' up, outside lookin' in
When my room and my
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddah
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come
Woo
Oh woo
Call the apes and Elie if we slide
Or I'll go by myself I don't need no one else
I'm a man I'mma do it just fine
Baby yeah yeah imma get
got barred like that
If I give her a girl's D, then she call right back
Two phones, don't call my gaff, where the
Wallpipe at?
This is when I noticed
Old man knocked on my front door
With a teenage boy and a couple more from up the road
He had him by the collar
Said he caught him shootin' beer
I come walking up, say, "Introductions are going out of style"
Sideways eyes and all, I'm standing tall, I'm reaching for that smile
Twist
What up?
10-4, lil' mama keep the snubnose with her
6-0, keep a model let the drum roll hit him
Get a bag by my lone, hope the drum won’t get him
Been
be heavy on my mind
Oh you
Stop putting up a front
Do you wanna be involved?
You know where to call
I'm right here
I don't wanna play the fool
But
just could not break the string of bad luck
A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when
to Minnesota, by thirteen she had gone buck wild
Just one more reckless mama raising up a rebellious child
c rebellious child
Who's gonna tell her that it's
just could not break the string of bad luck
A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when
Chorus: Grab you by your waste then we dip low, move to the sound of the tempo, baby speed it up can you move slow, pull me close to you( ohh)
(repeat)
and titties (woo)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up
We weren't bound to fall
At first we were on her side
Let this be our wake up call
To look past the money and lies
Can't you see our mistake
Many
right by a mic stand
Write a couple checks sip a
Couple y'all like that
It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction
Speak with conviction or we shouldn't
Tell me how does it feel
To be right?
Now that I’m no longer by your side
& that you’ve finally won the war
Does the silence comfort you
to fix you up
Weigh me down
Leave when I call for you
Do I even mean a thing?
To you now
Thought you were close to me
Waste of time this
Momentary
hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
by myself i got use to yeah yeah yeah
Got no place to call home
Got no love of my own
To call my own
To call my own, own
We going rag to riches
UP
Elevator up
SHE BEEN BY YOUR SIDE
Man
ELEVcTE HER UP
Elevator up
Elevate her up
She can help you rise man
Elevate her up
Elevator up
Elevate her
a little strange lately
Hey, isn't that your house...
That's just floating by you right now!
I hope you're insured
The storms at your door
*) Repeat
right outside, like a raisin in the sun
Sheriff pulled me over, skeptical, 'cause all my legal guns
I'm backwards, I got rich off of music and got
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