Lyrics:
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
not the place for you, you don't belong
It don't stop with me
Baby come rock with me
I gotta find my way back home (Home, home, home)
Spend your life
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
just
What it is
Put Old English on my skin
Cause you dead to me
I pray I never see your ass again
I got ahead they thinking less
Cause I'm the one that
the old railroad tracks
See if I can follow it all the way back
Back to where my vision is clear
Back to the days of the innocent years
Though I'd trade it
Hold on to my soul
Hold it real tight
Don't you ever let it go
Thinking I might
Never ever make it home
Middle of the night
And I'm all alone
Every
I'm Falling
This is how I wrap my conscience up, moe
It's like I'm stuck in this utopia, moe
With a fascinating vagina to me, moe
It makes me think I
To be honest I don't think its something that I've been concerned with
But now I'm at my home and I'm working
And by energy is finding its purpose
I got
"I'm gonna pick up my ass and go home with someone new, like you"
"I'm gonna pick up my ass and go home with someone new"
I've been thinking about
the love i sufficed
You was everything I-
Break my heart again
I guess it's fuck you again
Lost my old, old friend
Now I'm back to back
Back to my old ways
rather be alone
Now that I'm alone I have you on my mind
So now I'm waiting by my phone
And till you come back home I'll just let time pass me by
I
How can I go on when every thought hurts
I flirt with the notion of no more songs
My old familiar foe, self pity, haunts me
I'm stuck in some
even sold his old car (woo woo woo)
Bought a one way ticket back
To the life he once knew
Oh, yes, he did
He said he would
Oh, oh, he's leavin'
Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A
My home ain't in the hall of fame
You can go there but you won't find my name
And my songs don't belong on top forty radio
I'll keep the old back
Hurt you, I know, but, girl, I need a friend
I'm so tired of these old cliches,
Sick of looking out my window at these gray-lining days
You know we can
insane, insane)
The war is on
Yo
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights,
insane, insane)
The war is on
Yo
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights,
All that I can say is my my my my
And the way you move is fly fly fly fly
Got to keep you by my side side side side
You the truth no lie lie lie lie
running on empty
But I'll get some sleep on Wednesday
I've got plans for the night
Never turn down an invite
I'm stuck in my old ways
It's not the time
When I think about the old days, I think about my old ways
I think of back when life was about thriving off of being so fake
You say you're so great,
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
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