Lyrics:
done them wrong
Think it's time that I go grab a glass of Merlo
Until someone comes along
They say time takes away the pain and
All you gotta do is just
this by myself so blowing you is not a thing
I just had a dream, woke up, still getting cream
Me and you don't do the same things, this is not a scene
I
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you
on my whores
And naw, I don't really do too many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a coward
Please man, let the homie breathe,
Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all
so mad
Said "I gotta go see my girl, bitch catch a cab"?
He's like "I have to go right now!"
You ain't shit bitch, it's so sickening
You get off
love's been lovin' someone else
It ain't no fun, tryin' to have fun all by yourself
So, where do you go when it rains in Mexico
I got a watered down
life's answer when 84
It's a game but you don't gotta play to score
Just thing after thing, ain't gotta say it's a chore
And make it boring, but just do
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her
were two, two things on my mind (my mind)
I want to go back (back), back to my luggage
I want to leave (leave), leave this place behind
Ok, I'm sitting
that's just for us
niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
legal if it's owned by a doctor
Everything you do in private is illegal
Everything's legal if the government can see you
Don't get me wrong, America is
Plan
It Takes A Sucker's Man to Try To Jump My Hand
And The Things I Do and What I Say
Affect Alot Of People In The Strangest Way
Makes Them Clap Their
what I gotta do to get paid
When I pop them Chevrolet do's only thing they do is throw shade
When I up this forty cal chrome, all my enemies go far
no relationship that cannot be saved, so youre in the right place. All right. Lets make a start. So, I want you to say two things you like about each
on the road
Do what your mama said
I will not be told
Keep your mouth shut, keep your legs shut
Go back in your place
Blameless, shameless, damsel in
a murderer
Even if he's probably gonna be your murderer
Yeah well, maybe not, if you let him go
So let your murderer go, that's the thing
Let your murderer go
Trust
Not an easy thing, you say
Never thought the game of love
This way you'd play
By the things you do
Never thought these things
I would go
stop you
Believe that
It's time, now's the place, do your thing, it's your world
Don't be scared, its your world, don't trip, shout it out
You're
soulless acts
Carve your dreams from their tablets then call a cab
Only thing some jobs are good for is financing your idea
So let me tell you quite clear,
Caskey
Do what I gotta do to get more
Do what I gotta do to get paid
When I pop them Chevrolet doors
Only thing they do is throw shade
When I up this 40
ain't even got a little jangle
I don't like being broke and single (I don't like it)
Yeah, you're costin' me all kinda things money can't buy
(Gotta
of righteousness
I spark this thing, but my name ain't Bubba (Bubba)
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover (fuck you doing man? my money good?)
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