Lyrics:
still
I say I love her so much, we'll be together forever
She's begging me to just stop and let her go, I say never
I pull over my car and tape her hands
Struggle they only see the trouble no
One cares if you die or not in the cold
Street dear mama forgive me for the
Man have turned in it wasn't my fault
But
And plan A's working, I don't need a plan B
Big car, still have trouble when I'm parking my whip
Man I pour out a cup of the brownest of rum
I make her do
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've
let you know the real reason that Paul jumped
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I'm lookin over this ledge at these matchbox cars
Fifty-seven levels up and ya hit that
turn table
Down with Trouble Makers (no fakers)
Ground breakers may be comfortably rolling luxury Japanese
Cars always find us where the happening are
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
ain't, no it ain't, but you gotta know the territory
Rail Car
Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh
3rd Salesman
Why it's the Model T Ford made the trouble,
made
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
feelin' good cus my cars looking good
And you'd think I'm a lumberjack by how I'm always grippin' wood
Seats cornbread I'm sittin' on that jiffy
Best
to me
(uh, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I got released in '94
Told my mamma I don't want to get in trouble no mo'
I want to find a job, obtain some wealth
Be
the flow, it don't help to fight
You want to front? You'll be by yourself tonight
Cause I'ma get mine, then it's time to get showered dear
Throw on your
An OG plus and fuck em all get their money
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the budget pay for all costs
Cash no car, nobody is starving
When I
ooo wee ooo wee
I just found a fuckin' jar of weed in my car
I be rollin' it, smokin' it 'till I'm up in a coma
Hopefully I'll control the speed
the same and that goes double for the trouble in the hell that I've caused I think I take a step back if my life a round of applause two sides of a lifeline
Trouble with the trolley aye
How could you do this?
How could you let him die?
How could you live while
He wasn't by your side?
How could you see him
what the fuck I said?
Mane what I said? (yeah)
Mane I’ma take that bitty bitch and then I grab her by her leg, yeah (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Mane I move like
filled it with pain
You Broke it in two and you broke it in ways
That It could never be fixed by itself
This ain't a plea I'm not askin for help
Never
Niggas hate so you know it's poles all in the car.
Get pulled over, officer say somebody gotta take the charge. My brother told me if he sit down,
I
état d'ébriété
Car Le cocktail est molotov
Certifié par l'KGB
Rapper en anglais ou çais-fran
C'est contrôlé tels les maçon-franc
On est discret façon
Went to the lounge to get the scoop
Colleagues out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh new hire named Kilo T
He rolls
would know where Ra be at
Down the block at the bodega or laundromat
Putting quarters on the cab, to claim I had next
Street Fighter 2, NBA Jam we catch
disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout
about the thangs ya done for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
[Verse 2: Lil' O]
If I tell her
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