Lyrics:
used to hate now we movin they all kinfolk
ER a family matter and none of y'all are Winslows
But y'all wins low plus y'all win slow
We fly Ws in the chi
still sippin juice and gin
I get it by the pound duck dem Boyz
Movin that weight pockets on roids
Gamed up old school like a re run
Big bro told me go
that nigga
It go right up on the strip, uh
Michael Myers with a glick, he got walked down and never seen again, uh
I was movin' out the mix, uh
I was
the stars where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moonlight
We'll be fallin' in love in the middle of the night
Just movin' slow
Stayin'
loud with me
Put me down to make yourself feel better
Guess what
"What?"
I been called worse by better
Now those words they always hurt me like never
like we ought to do
MC TALK
You know I like this right here
Yo it’s A Shame how Families get broken up
By the Man
Who don’t understand the dynamics
like we ought to do
MC TALK
You know I like this right here
Yo it’s A Shame how Families get broken up
By the Man
Who don’t understand the dynamics
like we ought to do
MC TALK
You know I like this right here
Yo it’s A Shame how Families get broken up
By the Man
Who don’t understand the dynamics
became a gin and tonic
Mine became a beer
And we grew up a little more last year
Today at work they passed me by
And promoted John instead
I came
live but baby mine be lit
I'm up 100 points & I'm still on that grimey shit
You lil stupid fuck
Now you won't be on our dick because we movin up
Ima old
believe they'll live up to their expectations
But those relations are fragile
Firm tread faltered, for a while
Angel's silent, during trials
So let the fire
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
place, we can do it
Oh, Johnny, no
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we just go through it
feel more broken than black
While everyone is counting on me to live up to their expectations
I'm still trying to solve the equation to Lauryn Hill's
She tried to live like the people in the books
And you see how that ended up
She threw you out
Dumped you on the roof
No more making out in parking
Lights go up and it's hella hella pretty
When a Blossom drop I think gimme gimme gimme that recharge
No I won't be all that
I won't be all that
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
huh
Movin' dirty, I'ma clean 'em up
Say you love me, better mean it, huh
Tell me somethin' I don't know about
Thunder make sound but that lightin'
I ride in night
I get in my mind
I keep gettin high
You catchin' my vibe
She stay by my side
Her hips and her thighs
I move in the night
I needa' get
Used to pick me up from school right after work
Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church
She's ask why I rock all this gold, 'cause
and thin
You missed it when, she was gettin' live offa fifth of Gin
Get rammed in by me, while she lick my friends
When she finally came home you probably
Flies was a-buzzin' all around his rabbit gun
I slipped down off the rockpile I was a-working on
When that guard woke up, I was up and gone
Tricky
put that brand new Rollie on your arm
Ain't movin' slow but I'm still on oil
Tennis bracelets and they came with the frost
Cuban links all the way up
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