Lyrics:
standin' by the bar
Soon I saw you girl my dick was standin' hard
She so wet I make that pussy fart
Pussy good, I just might buy you a new car
Girl you
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
for my birthday?
Well, I returned it for store credit. That thing was hideous, what were you thinking?
O and by the way, I wasn't really sick last
people really
Some people really are
She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle
Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure
Belaney by
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
the credit's
Swervin' in a Chevy
Ready to land them hollow points
I'm coming for that fetti, fetti
I hate to disappoint
Just lace me down in grey and black
credit putting all that aside
We have swallowed our pride
These are dangerous and difficult times...
It really doesn't matter who comes out on top, who
wait
We gotta get it by any means for dreams sake
The enemy going hard but we go harder
No weapon formed against any of us will prosper
Yeah, they may
never tried it
We pass the torch
But we never tried to light it
We pass the blame
And we never stand by it
Credit for the fame
Never credit for
the credit for the shit we deserve
Now I'm fixing my credit while on set, your war is curb
Did everyone forget ay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay CEO
I came up off Babe
drowned;
Selling england by the pound.
Citizens of hope & glory,
Time goes by - its the time of your life.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through
hey)
I got it made, my niggas is made
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid
The pussy is good, my credit is great
All I want is a yacht, and some
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Africa
But I don't eat swine
And beat the living shit outta skinheads
So where's my piece of mind?
A swiss watch, leasing a Lex on credit
All the liquor
just a part of my life
Watching the show
Ain't nothing never came to niggaz sleep
Except for a dream
It's like a movie with the ending credits etched
too young for a credit card
And I crashed the very first time I drove my parents' car
Teardrops, we've made friends between screens
And deep seas,
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If
rolled by
Then all at once I heard the sound of yuppies in the sky
Then the herd came down Columbus, for as far as I could see
All the men were wearing
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But you travel along singing a song
Side by side
Oh we don't know what's coming
us|To save this woman with her child and the boy with appendicitis|But the wind it blew and the storm it grew and the signal of Contwoyto|They missed by
Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: No Secrets (SDF)
Credit: Written by Erik Roberts, Produced by Shayar
Recorded: Pots & Pan
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