Lyrics:
a dummy check, like run me that
Ion do man bags, put 50 on a moneypak
You walkin, tellin high school stories of being a running back
And I ain't tryin
TAKE IT EASY
Written By Wendell Hayden
Take it easy
You out here acting like you don't need me
You tell me move on like it's easy
Tryna hurt me
but he on black n miles
Running routes if they don called a play, yung jus gon touch it down
You know my style, I'm tryna wild out, a menace in my sound
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
deal with the nine double limb
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if n****s decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I
when you hear the sounds coming
(Sounds coming)
Like a freight train coming hear loud humming
(Loud humming)
Yeah yeah
Hit the ground running, hit
Always, is it love, guilt
I don't really care
But she always comes running back to me
Time keeps on passing us by
Once again, once again
Why are we wasting
the plan
Ima keep it running til figures on 10
Ima snapback like caps that's on cans
Why they all mad, I really don't understand
They say run it back, we
if ya hear me
PUMP PUMP if you're pissed
To the sell-outs, livin' it up
One way or another you'll be givin' it up
Huh i guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
you till I die T-M-I oh, nevermind
If I would've known, would I even would've tried
Now I gotta leave you, but I want you by my side
I just keep
was cool
But internally, I felt like the dunce on a stool
Don’t wanna play by your rules
You playin me like a fool
Ay ride around the city gas tank
[Chorus 1]
pull up in a brand new
shawty hit my line but she old news
i dont waste time you know what it do
im up by 6am
im up by 6am
up by 6am
up by 6am
loved ones
You'll hear the last words in your mouth when I'm
Back
Back
I'll be coming back
If you hear me running
Ima take you off the map
When I'm
Back
box
Mr. Harris where the gun? lip locked
Yeah I got it locked down like a pill top
I been running to the money on the hilltop
You dont get it boy I
eventually
Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
'Cause Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know the color,
Mr President
You want my cherry sweet kiss
Marking your lips
Just take what I give
That look of lust in your face
You hands in my waist
There's
To keep our lives going
Pops (pops) where in the world have you gone
I see Momma (momma) by the telephone
Waiting (waiting) but you don't call
Tears
I want to stop the time from passing by
I wanna close my eyes and feel
Your lips are touching mine
Baby, when you're close to me
I want you more
flow and blow
Puerto Rico Southside Latin you're feed pattern
Black people mingle white people buy my single
Bingo bangle let go my
I can never let you play me I put that on my mama
In the city by myself these niggas dont want no drama
Og told me keep it swift and always ride with
Had to tell em I ain’t tryna listen
I told Karen to just mind her business
I can’t fall off, man you niggas trippin'
Black cat is on me,
beat
Keep pushing
Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson
Produced by 6ix
Let’s go baby
The world is yours kids
Be good human beings
loved you from the start
(Yip yip way bop de boom ditty boom ditty)
I will keep you in my heart
(Yip yip way bop de boom ditty boom ditty)
I will get
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