Lyrics:
(skrrt)
And my diamonds bustin' (bling)
Moonwalkin' like Usher (Usher)
Two decades plus in
Writin' the motive (motive)
I look up at the ceiling
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
Bumpin city girls in ya jag
You know you got em mad
Why stress your mind
He waste time
Let go be gone
With no by
That usher Ramon oh my
Oh my god
You
girl of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
'cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin' like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin'
But it's all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get
girl of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind
stuck with (sorry)
I used to love Bruce, but livin' my vida loca
Helped me understand I'm probably more of a Joker
When we usher in chaos, just know
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
friends
Tears of God flow as I bleed
So ladies, fish and gentlemen
Here's my angled dream
See me in the blue sky bag
And meet me by the sea
Oyster boys
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
(She
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
pay for the tab (right here)
Me and my bitches gon' make you laugh (hahaha)
And when we done with you, we gon' send you back
Big booty, big bag, they
contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, double G
Get in where you fit in, follow me
scars
You could have left the game
My heart is lame, nothing remains
Under these scars
Now, I can barely make a stand in here
Look in your face
passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter
(Mr. Postman)
Mr. Postman
mounted them bout bouncing back
Got nugs out my bag
I rolled it up fat
I boast and I brag
I let my nuts sag
Got big balls right by my pistol
Bitches grip
nigga)
And they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door but still hustlin' for more
Check in the game man back in the light (yeah)
I'm
contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is going on? Someone's sleeping in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you fit in, follow me
Who's
Yeah (they scared)
And I just got a bag and another bag (bag)
I just got a bag and another bag (big bag)
Now I'm in my bag and I think they probably
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
Street
Memorize the creaks in the floor
Back when we were card sharks, playing games
I thought you were leading me on
I packed my bags, left Cornelia
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
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