Lyrics:
to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin'
done yet
No love for each other we ain’t dumb yet
No strings no worries having fun yea
Up at 4 am getting faded
Her man called told him she jaded
Hung up
they say boy you a fool
Shook they head at each other then we slid in the room
I jumped right off in the deep end
Grinding all week so we can turn up
rappers on wax like a candle string
Even Google Search will tell you there's no match for me, uh
I'm Top 5 Dead or Alive
And the other four guys wouldn't
you the backend
I'm the one eat on your clit from behind
Then hit you hard from the back end
We doing yoga, you back bend
I lick on your titties
hit the indo
In fo' deep we creep
It's about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep
Nigga straight checkin the mirror
One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer
young bucks
Scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub
Babysitter would send you to bed
But she would make me stay up
So she could give the young
(castro) but think four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase
obtain this when chainless
Bite my fangs by ya chain thinkin' heinous
Roll this flame in a game on Uranus
Planet ain't seen before behind when you getting
style on a bearskin rug
Up and down stairs in the back of a limo
On interstate 5 on the way to San Francisco
You make me go crazy baby
When I see
style on a bearskin rug
Up and down stairs in the back of a limo
On interstate 5 on the way to San Francisco
You make me go crazy baby
When I see
out of every four
Emcees disregard me and lyrically
Basically in my eyes
Leaving about twenty-five percent to
Keep it live but that’s all inscribed
We
see it every time you don't act
That your worries are holding you back
By now, you've got to be hurting so bad
Well, this will get you back on track
get the Benjamins
Her grind is not twenty four seven
But that bitch on her shit from ten to six (Grind)
That be the reason that I feel the bitch
By
on paper
4x5, 11, 5x8
So much music room in your face
Sorry
Know that just talking about it drives you crazy
It's crazy you sit by unsupportive when I found
each other
Walk through the city alone
In a stupor of love
Create God
Touch everything
Nod at strangers like a daffodil with a severed head
on my feet you know those boys been up for days
I keep your lady man she stays out with me late we don't know each other well
I give her my time to slay
someone, maybe just themselves
Which is the loneliest of all lives
But people still need them
And they need people to need them
We rely on each other
We are
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
can't believe its not butter
The way it melt he won't cop from non-other
The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D.V's make
the ghetto colorblind
We trust each other more than we trust our own kind
I used to move drugs, then my man cold played me
I did five years, cause my girl
back
It's deadweight, never had it you can have it back (have it back)
Cause these boomers and these losers only cater to each other
Drop an album in
the reason behind this shit, man
Why I named this whole project Strictly 4 My Fans
Is that's 'cause who this shit for, strictly for my fans, you know what
Time moves forward
Leaving all the things I hate behind
It's over
Crying never understanding why
We quit on each other
It never really made much
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