Lyrics:
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
start to renovate
Do it good, do it now and don't you wait
I'm an addict
I don't give none
Yes I'm hooked by music and on the run
If you wanna behind
a ho short from a pimp
With the gangsta walk limp
I tossed up the hat by the Raiders
Now I'm crocodile and alligator
Tryin to get my paper, man, they say
the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money
I've been around
Lesson one my man, go on and do what you do
And you need to get the rifle or you worried bout two
Cause I'm hated by many, and loved by few
But I kill down
about the pinwheel? (No)
That's the one where I put your legs behind your head
And real dirty like, I'ma spin you around
And grab you by the waist
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
slaves
Lives we mistreat
Make us chase you please
Psycho bog dogs scream
Let you join your sweet departed
Battered by the blackest hearted
All these city lights and you the main attraction
Don't get hypnotised by the cameras flashing
One night guaranteed satisfaction
I'm known to get my
and only
And by now if you like it, I promise you gon fuck with this
You know you made your mark on me
It ain't easy, love take a special kind of freak
When
give you my word. She a freak when she sober, nye give her a perk.
Verse 2: I'm checking her out. Can I test drive it. She talking a lot but it's dead
by no man
Memories merrily drift
like a current
Centuries afte
it's still enduring
Cause love comes and goes
I mean it flows on
Lives after for those
I'm freaky girl, lemme see yo paws,
I'll break em up, if you let me cut
Butterflies on the side of ya butt,
I'm a freak by nature, you like it rough,
keep it tight lip
For we killa types get live with the mic check
Hit 'em with the right left, make sure it's priceless
Rascalz, Sazon, Van' in these nice
months straight
Ain't no minimum wage taking risks every day
EK up in the cage we don't get no breaks
Sometimes I get tired of the life that I live
Gotta
cross-eyed bitch
Kid Rock: My homie named Kyle lives up tha block
He has a big fat mom that sucks my cock
Non-stop, she a scientist see
A real sloppy bitch
And you're feeling down and out
When you feel there's no hope
Just follow me and you won't doubt
Alone on the hill
Lives the man they call healer
You
Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
Drama is being chased off ya' land
By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank
Drama is what's
FYB, Rich Gang
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah you're all welcome to come in
Look, I go by the name Jermaine Dupri, right (the young boss)
Sauce
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia
I guess you can call this my nine to five
I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
the first time I saw krs live, rockin' it
I heard resurrection by common sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like spike lee
To speak my life
to call
Each and every one of y'all out, let's see who's real
And who's fake when it come to the funk
I'ma bring it to y'all live and direct,
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