Lyrics:
just shited on myself''
Now at Sylvester's house Twon gotta patch on his shoulder playin cards gettin alone
There laughing and talking when Sylvester
clocking my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns
Hard, my calling card
Recorded and orderd, supporter of Chesimard
Loud
I got sixteen, sixteen
I got sixteen, sixteen
I got sixteen cards and they all black
I got fifteen broads tryna’ call back
I got one bad bitch
up in the club and the music's thumpin hard
I must admit that I was slightly anxious to have my card
Pooled by a girl in a nice tight dress
The kind
an open door
And if I play my cards right, She’s gonna be mine tonight
Oh deh DJ please play me, Sumn’ sweet when I meet that lady
I’m aiming to quench her
the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
feeling now
Got to have you to myself just need to work out how
So shake that dice and let it roll deal me out those cards
Just make sure you hand me
OutKast with a K, yeah, them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga tryna impress God
We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my
cards and about 27 dollars
I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there
it seemed like, I could see the purse everywhere
on the light post, by this mail box
finna meet him
The jeweler man a stupid man I put him in a reep
Credit cards and Visa, uhh
Swipe soon as I meet her, uhh
Ape shit Ceaser, uhh
Hot 4
cards
They're more interesting in spring
Only my banker knows
The checks I forgot to sign
Where did I get these clothes?
They're not mine!
I made
have regrets will it shape my future
She sets a tarot card
A fool lies on his face
Lost despite his own
Compass yielding pocket
He can't be guided
niggas who gone shoot so please don't act hard
And I got my shoota who stepping he waking mighty hard
7414 Gangster card
I don't pop no mf pills but I'm
to worry
(Let me know)
(Let me know)
(Let me know)
If you play your card right baby
Bundled up like a profit
I could let you rock this
If you don't let me drop (shit)
Exposing all my options
Cards on the table
Yeah, I know it's kinda
lamp burning and his old union card
And his bones rest here in this sunlit graveyard.
My dad was a miner and a prince among men
Well loved by his
I got my business card
This just might be the start
I'm gonna speak my part
My brother lift this up
I got my business card and walk up to the radio
it
Under my jacket
Oh where oh where
Do ya think I pack it
Under my belt
When the cards get dealt
To all the players
And though the punk ass
that line real hard, I've never been able to fill my card
Well the last heelers drunk and that aint funny his wife if pregnant and he's out of money
We
better, I just came to play
(Pre Chorus)
The cards, I dealt
There’s nothing here to figure out
oooooooo
No need, to count
I always win
the cards?
Dealing jokers from the top
Til we all have closed up shop
All fold
and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting Mister postman
So patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she's
the cards
Gonna fill them out, this shouldn't be too hard
I've got a crisp envelope and a stamp with a dove
I'll send it away with all my love
Put them inside
Bitch Im him I win
Merk City kin
Cards going up, Bitch gimme my tens
Toes on business, Standing on ten
I might slide on the app, just might spend
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