Lyrics:
To the good ol' Rio Grande,
You made a deal with the devil, boy
So I'll take you by the hand
I'll take you to the water
cnd you'll say a prayer with me,
Then
to the rich, you've had consolation
Luke 6:24
Freight train ride, don't pass me by
Freight train ride, please Lord don't pass me by
cnd it's warm
Then it's
a song out
To tell her she ain't loyal
Better fuck with me bitch he
Ain't doin nothing for you
Baby you gotta think like a winner to win
How your nigga
Now you want to be the one sitting by my side
Now it's my time, come pay me
Just took a sip I'm tipsy
My clothes, neck, wrist so drippy
Now you want
to party
Get some champagne get some Barcadi
We in the house we in the building
Pull up you know when I pull up
It's at least six chicks and we boutta roll
I got that six-deuce with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I got that six-deuce with curtains so you can't see me
And I didn't even have to put tints on it
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
(yeah)
Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac
You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot (nah)
Blow 30 million in a month, call it
yo she slices pies
A Benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga, executive thug
But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
[Chorus][Kandi]
you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya
DREAM about how i wanna do ya
THINK what i used to think about you bring it out
you show me
you're heavily labelled
Enabled by the pity of you're self absorption
It has reeked distortion
On my past and the land I pull laws from
And now I seek
all the time
Of course I'm not mad about too much sex
I'm mad because I gotta be at home by six
Just because you learned a new posi-tion
F*ck it,
still overthink it
This a fuck you for doubting me
I still remember
Take this shit off from the six to Manila
Copped me a pound got me doing the thriller
a row
I almost trusted her see how it go
Wanna say sorry I told that hoe no
You was just all on my bro tryna bone
Shorty it's 6 I could upgrade your phone
promised to you nor me
So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees
Many minds always meet with pens and sheets
Close my eyes, think what next
after you
verse 3:
Congratulations me hear yuh new girl's banged up
By di time di baby born me a mek sure yuh bankrupt
If me know divorce woulda be so
gospel
Scarred by the sun
What a story to tell in your prison cell
6 feel below the ground, while you're rotting rotting in hell
The word of the devil
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
(what) it's been worth it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point Six (see the car?)
Black fifty four, from the front to the back
Got a button
to stand on, moving imperative, Blood seep
Shit Muchiri 6'3 looking up to me
What I look like indecisive about most things
Indelible, these scars in my
that's the life I chose for me
I be stickin' this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
rest, this shabbos day, I think is best.
V6 Fanny
I don’t agree, the others wait for me...our plan, to make a show; now, excuse me, to the Eldridge
forever more
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Oh, let me hear that fiddle again!
As time went by, day by day
I thought of home in a different way
I'll
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