Search results for 'do what you gotta do by ronnie milsap' Page #3,471

"Neno baby, HunnidBall"
I told that bitch if you love me then let me drop a check
1-800 ain't the only ones tryna collect
Better live what you talkin',

mom’s fight to maintain
While her baby daddy ODing caine
Why explain come see why we do what we do
The hood like fast food just gotta drive-thru
Where we

it up 
You really know that I can't get enough 
I got the gold on me just like I'm Tut
I cannot back down
These niggas cappin' like cappin' for what

weighted in gold
I'm measured by what is weighing my soul down
I've stayed in my truth 
cnd stayed on the rope
I made it right through
I've made it my coat

baby
They didn't wanna dance, now we all friends

Did it over and over and then again
Put me on I put my exes in a trance
Yeah I do this by myself but

on my mind then speak up you bastards
Dont play nice just to get a like or something like that
They do that to let your guard down and then they attack

I caint loose told her i caint loose
I could never feel bad about it only one hurt was u
Bitch i was so confused like what the fuck did i do ?
Its

He playing some tag way he hide and run from me
I ain't tellin her man if she wanna cum for me
Gotta be reasons none my exes are over me

You never

to crack rock
So motherfuck you bitches and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy peruvians
Knockin at my fuckin door,

did, what you do
Me and you and there's no rules
No taboos, let's roam these rooms
Kick off them high heel shoes
I need you cinnamon cinnamon
Need

waisting
Being dirty she impatient
Now I know what she thinking I'm slowing up off the brakes and
We pulled over to the side and got it shaking yeah
I gotta

life, this is do or die
Try to prove that I really do got what it takes
And I bet that you would cry, why
Cause I give my all for this
I thought that fact

consciousness
I guess that's why I never land
And I know it ain't by begging  you'll get your freedom back
Malcolm X said you gotta talk in they understand
Yeah

hood ****?
I'll get my sis to beat you up this block, what's good, *****!?
You don't know the emotional trauma gettin' shot by ya father
Protectin' ya

leads
At a height you may not believe in, I'm up for seizing the mic
What a lifestyle weaving
And bleeding for tight lyric structure, reading
The book

cause we ain't perfect
Shit ain't never easy you just gotta keep on workin
All this shit a game ain't gone realize till you hurtin
I done came up with

last
I'm not here to impress yea
I'm saying less
Look at me doing my best
Gotta invest
Time is so pressed
Don't be oppressed by the mess that we see
Know

gotta like me
But you gone respect or you gone die
I filled my gun with grease
Cause these fishy niggas getting fried
I'm out by myself
So Its only 30

From the top to the bottom
Wish I could be like Her
Angel hair
Beelzebub butt
I feel lost
Lust
Please mirror
Just tell me what I need to do
To shine

out of sight
I gotta leave by the night
I can't seem to clear my mind

But I know now, that it was all
A bad dream, crash scene playing in my mind
And I

to say, uh
(Uh, huh)
I really been going the distance from
One to a hundred K, now what can I say?
(O oh) i multiplied it by twenty or
Whatever number you

At the stanchion
My project was a portait
Mixing
Marylin wit Manson
Am I preaching
To the choir or what
I'm inspired by bud
Boy what I toke
Put
Fire in lungs

Is what we mobbin' for
Another day, another dime
In a drug war for living by the thug law

If you saw me in the streets, kid
You wouldn't think that

leaving alone
Talking to my momma told me i gotta do better
She said no matter what I got to pray and keep my head up
Little brothers looking up to me
Got