Lyrics:
your lap
Like the name, boy, I keep it a stack
I'm inspired by the hundreds
She thick from waist down
I'm going in face down
They won't even know how I'm
Writes 'Slow Hand' on a twenty
And slips it to the band
By the end of the first verse they're on the floor
By the end of the song they're out the door
Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone
Four O'clock and I stare at the door ,And I stare at my watch, Then I stare at the door
I stand by my desk
sorry. No more. I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I promise. I just believe in kicking a man while he's down.
God DAMN...I quit.
Mention my daughter's name in a song
at the countdown's arc
The countdown arc starts 10, 9, 8
Thrust makes it fly, 7, 6, 5
Try not to lose, at 4, 3, 2
By the time I hit 1, it's undone
Won't someone
Madness
Out is not what I want to drag this
I'm not the one to make contact with, or make a song bashing
(And you didn't)
Nuh-uh don't even start capping
our thing
What I mean by do our thing is
Come in and shut the door
You gon' ring then press ignore
I'm a give you what you waitin' for
I am so anxious
door. (Yes!)
Ever since that luscious full-on
Hair salon haircut, I been tearing it up
Some of yall be feelin way too nationalistic,
I have got a couple
Uh heaven let the god down
Im around for the chicken
And anything less is shot down
This how you make the block proud
Wallet watch he got now
Im just
gotta place, you should go to Sam's
You ain't gotta band hit up will.i.am
And I won't forget
They encourage people over there to eat by
Scream it sing it
special
But you can't relax till it rounds the bend
Bobbing up and down to and fro with the tide
Your wave is on shore but you still feel lost at sea
Paddle
Otherwise known as fucking theft and extortion
Don't do what we say we're gonna come at you with people with guns
People break down your door got a fucking
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
her doubts
But she opened the door and said "Honey, take me for a spin."
So we drove up town just to get the tags
And I headed her right on down
selling door to door
Hang down your head and cry
Think of all the ways to get by
When that train arrives
She's gonna ride on to town
Molly May came
They keep on goin’ up like elevators
I shoulda studied more, but teachers didn’t wanna pull me through the door
Do i care anymore? I guess i don’t, i’m
There's a thing about men, they make you feel special
Then turn around trade you with one of their boys
Like a toy
And say that he needs you
Always
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
the most, keep my momma close
Yeah, you know I love her the most
I'm in the Post like Malone, Mailman, special delivery
I'm in the zone like 2-3, talking
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
three times
Bitch, I'm 03, so I'm watchin' out for one time
I can turn a hater to a motherfuckin' punchline
Down later gators with a motherfuckin'
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
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