Lyrics:
good inside
I think you are the love of my life
And I need you here by my side
Ooh, I need you to forever be mine
Yeah, I want you
I need you here right
Hey DanO, what's up Yazz
I didn't see you today
Man I'm chilling with my boy Cooli
You haven't forgot about me right Daddy
Hell nah you gotta friend,
the grandpa, three for the 80
The peanut butter brittle got the sizzles goin' crazy
And sizzle when it blaze and ring bells in his ear
A-A-One, hey son, make
you wanna, guarantee though you goin' wish you hadn't did it
That's a war that you could never win, but hey, I like the optimism
Given over half my life
What the hell are you wearing?
Bufu
Bufu?
By us fuck u
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
My
Beauty is subjective is a fact of the matter
Though you lookin real good in my baby batter
I am a music man callous, course, & crass
Saving my brown
the less that mine works
So make a purch, but it's all good when your shit drops, I'll be the one to buy it first
Communism's necessary lest we wanna die
She lookin too good again got me aroused
We smash on the table we smash in the room
Never really solo always with my goons
Riding round the city they
and Mark, he's beefin, call the kid's bluff
( *scratching* )
[ VERSE 3: Kid Capri ]
Oh man, you never heard it this good
You want to battle? Do you really
the hat, spin the hat
Still lookin' good in the trunk of my Cadillac
Keith I'm classic, I'm passin' you the flame homey
Burn the plastic, the world that
Baby, where are you tonight?
I'm lookin' good, I feel alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't really missin' you
It's just a kind of deja vu, yeah, yeah,
See I ain't never met another shorty
Especially from the way you put it on me
Lookin' good in Manolo Blahniks
Six heel pumps, you can tell that
it this insane election?
Or if you really have friends in this town?
You've been staying up late
Yeah, you eat too much
You're not young by any
days
I want some wealth thuggin' with the gang
But really I'm good all by myself
I can't switch up on my bros
It's BC to the death
Stackin' up guap like
bareback jack, don't touch this ol' cowboy's hat
Hank Sr. “ Hey Good lookin'” I wanna know sweet girl whatcha cookin'. cnd if you say,
that ain't country, I
Hey doom niggaz
Come get drunk wit me
Is it alright?
[Verse 1]
See what you don't know is
I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist
I keep my pistol in
lookin' for a good time, honk your horn
Bring the dog, call all your friends
Send a shout out to your next of kin
Tell 'em I'm coming just stay in
bring my dog along
I'm a wild motherfucker, I'll admit that
More action boss, less chit chat
Girl, you lookin' good, where your kids at?
Me versus
Hey love, whatchu think?
If me and you get away for a week?
With your toes on the sand by the beach
When you're ready
So whatchu on for tonight?
got you here
Can't stop lookin' at my brown skin
I can tell by the way you lick your lips
You wanna know how it feels to touch my hips
Well come
What's up baby girl! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Tim is missing you Missy's missing you
Rashad is
take me by surprise
I know what I want
I'll draw you to life
Hey
Cuz I'm tired of being tapped out of ink
Like a brush that's gone dry
My pigment's gone
to much
It always been funny, how time fly by
Now your doin two months
Same pussy gettin old like my aunt
Now I only hit when a nigga get drunk
On late
unpleasant
Nothin’s jumpin’
And the whole band is high
My daddy’s rich
And my mama’s good lookin’
So why, pretty baby
Why ain’t I?
What is it ‘bout people
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