Lyrics:
crying
Dead relatives
Staring from a bird's eye view
Someone you knew years ago
Still thinking about you
You've got enough to keep on breathing
But not
the drugs have got boring
Well, sex is still good when you get it
To sleep, to dream
To keep the dream in reach
To each a dream, don’t weep, don’t scream
hands out my pocket nigga" like Malcolm X
But this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
And I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you
the windows
And my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
Looking out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot
Whatever you want to call it,
older and wiser
Makin' smarter decisions
You grow through what you go through, it's all about livin'
I wanna say keep your head up to my people in
hands
Wish upon a shooting star
The Lord hears my prayer
To keep you near to love with no fear
You want that good lovin', baby girl
I'm right here
Need
receives a remix every season
So when my enemies peep it next, we can still keep it fresh
I'm a regular school girl in most other ways
Up late, so I race out
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Me too, Me too
Gunz yo
I keep one in my pillowcase
It keeps me safe when I sleep
Still I keep awake
What if my dream girl
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
scorching hot
Run the block
Been on 2 Pac
Stay away my mood shot
I'm nice you not
Wipe your nose
I'm sick
Flu shot
Bad girl and I'm making her boobs knock
You keep filling my
Filling my head
With empty promises
And to be honest it's
No good for me
I keep writing songs but you just take away the meaning
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in
and artists dead
Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz
me
Where a girl might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand
"No!" was all he said
Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load
only you that I want
Hands off her body but I always keep her by my side
It's only you that I want
Baby, I'm down to ride, put it on my life
It's only
Heard the devil wear that Prada and I'm tempted by fashion
I'm tempted with dead presidents
Good girl with bad habits
I wanna see what you'd do in my
Help break us off
Just ask my nigga, Boosie
He tell you what it is
Face card good
'Cause the face card Trill
If you got a problem
I suggest you
havoc cuz he's always by his side
Dancin up the stairs, Fingers through his hair
Diego's poppin xanz Has a curse mark on his hands
Doesn't wanna make
My heart feels like a freshly sanitized
Paper-cut hand
Hanging out the window of someone's car
Being driven by a strange man
Why does it feel so
took the jet to fuckin' stand by
I don't know why you niggas trollin', you a dead guy if it backfire
They know I'm the sickest, when I drop I do Corona
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
(stress)
To my girls that's lookin' their best
Won't you go and show it off for us?
(Ladies, go on, throw your hands up)
And if he's all in your head
hate to feel
Girl you know I hate to feel
Girl you know I hate to feel
Oh now I'm annoying
Your good mood I destroyed it
Yeah right
Keep telling you
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