Lyrics:
on a thousand
Black-bottom Jordan's
My soul black as organs
Of chain smokers in churches that sang hymns to organs
Ol' bae, looking for love but I can't
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up
it
Yall took a thing I love the most and now you playin with it
That which keeps me sane is now the thing that drives me crazy
Spent a weekend in
Could you be real
Inside of fake shit
I been the only one to really show you where my faith gets
We settle for love
We scared to be alone, let's face it
You know sometimes you gotta be the worst version of yourself
To see what you're doing wrong and sometimes the truth might
Stink because it provides
back to managin' myself so he started
Helpin' me out with that a bit
I was also workin' with this guy named Chad Hatcher and Jordan Croucher
Who you
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
the cops coming you was holding it down for him
You proud of it, plus you love him and...
That’s your man
And in the name of loyalty you would go take that
ain't conforming
Lord, lift me up, ooh
Lord, I ain't giving up on you
Demons I pray remove
On fire for you, your love I choose
They say my life is boring
too
My money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay?
Let's go!
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Today was
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
to God that everything was fine
(Swear) live by the code, you do the crime
Gotta do the time (Ayy do your time)
She from the Hills
Her daddy rich and she
love me for the vibes for the Ones that wanna get to know me
Made by the mess thats why I reach the masses
Started out as a street scholar now I got my
Album fucking dropped, now pop the champagne
On this you don't go crazy, you go fuckin' insane
I'm here for fun baby, I'm here to entertain
I could
her eyes
I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die
(Spoken by the Pimp)
...and that's that Dirty Love we got for all them lost
On my grind you could see me skate
I roll in a Holden while I’m holdin' while it’s stolen brudda get stopped by the d.e.a
Still got love for the team
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
like I'm shooting from the clouds
There's plenty time for peace when you resting in the ground
Greatness vibrating around me, surround sound
The hounds
some Jordan's
When I die nigga don't post me cause you niggas don't know me
Wasn't rooting for me can't just say you love me these days you got to show
friends
Fell in love so easy prior to the bands
Now I'm the muthafuckin' man
You can call me wrong for assuming
Had to quit doubting I'm so groovy
Everyday
Never practice all my rhymes, I still thought that you would love me!
Food for Thought was bummy, and I paid for stealing beats
Gave y'all aching tummies
called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for
And when she step out dress down
Lauren hill killing you softly
New kicks by Gucci
Perfume by jimmy choo
Dress by yours truly
She got drive like a Bentley
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