Lyrics:
The guilt's making me drive
I stumble in, I wake you up
But when you look at me i just can't speak
'Cause you're the only one, the only one
Who ever gave
because that was your dog
Now you hands-on, but things don't ever seem right
You make a call to give your lawyer the green-light
He look into it then hit
oxen, keep movin' along
Load her up boys, 'cause it looks like rain
I've gotta get rollin', this ole log train"
This story happened, a long time ago
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar
movin' along
Load her up boys, 'cause it looks like rain
I've gotta get rollin', this ole log train"
This story happened, a long time ago
The log train is
wake up, I look forward to another day
Every time we make up, we get closer, cause we found our way.
Every time I go, you know the truth, you know
up in the morning
And you'll be like still good (Still good)
Ooh yeah still good
You better stop playing them games,
Get that ass up and look at that
and new
Worked overtime to thin up and look right
But inside I knew
That deep in the bottom were secrets I thought I could try to ignore
Old ghosts in
whores Penelapi, Pamela
All night more pipe allright girls stand up to my stamina
Look mama ima monster slash damager
Killa!
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Mami
right, girl stand up to my stamina
Look mama, I'm the monster slash damager
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Mami said, " Como estas?", "Gracias, Muy Bien"
Yo
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need
don't really blame them cause they look so good in lingerie
Look at my stacks, look at my stacks, look at my stacks huh nice
Look at my stacks, look at my
It’s a Popstar beat
Lerumo go crazy
(Verse)
Yea I’m fresh in my new saint laurent
Flip the stack, see the money piling up
Chilling, sipping on my
It’s a Popstar beat
Lerumo go crazy
(Verse)
Yea I’m fresh in my new saint laurent
Flip the stack, see the money piling up
Chilling, sipping on my
Eighty-one miles to the hour down road
(Uh, uh, uh)
Never looked back, never ever went slow
Never look back, heard 'em say that before
Never look
Bitch, go buy views, go buy likes
I can see that you are nice
Run up on me you will get shot
Fucking your thottie like she can't quack
Look at my moves,
swingin my dick as I'm walkin
Up to the 7-50, I open the door
My cuz and like several bitches make up the decor
I look in, he got a company porns
I tell him
I'm down
(Oh, my baby burn this house up - now)
I look into your heart and suddenly I feel
Those promises I made are nothing till there real
I
(Oh, my - baby burn this house up - now)
I look into your heart and suddenly I feel
Those promises I made are nothing till there real
I wonder if you
up but know I carry
Chopper bullets wet him up he look like Carrie
Ok he said he had enough that lil boy scary
What he say ain't adding up he living
on foenem I'm heating up
You look just like the last nigga trying to be like us
My dawg shit ain't the same, shit they done filled my heart with pain
We
sinking
Him love love how mi wet it up
Getti up like a horse how mi get up
Mi look pon him like boy yuh cyan get enough
No mi set it off boy yuh know
dated,
And you're gonna get trapped again.
It's time to shape up...
..or give up...
Great, looks like I'm gonna have to square up
And kick my
THE MONEY OR GET A TECH
IMMA BIG TOUCHER I THROW UP THE SET
NOW STEP ON THESE NIGGAS AND BUSS DOWN YOUR NECK
SHMONEY THE STEPPA YEAH IM UP NEXT
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