Lyrics:
The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand
He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand
Driven through the rain swept
time they pulled up just know they ain't make it back
You say that you sorry but no you can't feel my pain
Wait till I make it get iced out by Johnny
the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks
leave for like three months and six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by
Fetti Fetch Stay bout that cheddar
Hop out that hoe and I'm fresh to the letter
Lil boo she a 10 she a G to the letter
Back at the crib I lick her
the streets, and most of dem die by the chrome
Ay give the little nigga his ball back
Game Boyz, put a clip in a .45, cock back
Jeezy show a nigga where
them sticks, so don't spazz out
Don't you pull back up, nigga 'cause you assed out
We gon' take everything that you got in your house
Know I play
I'm out on the street
All alone by the newsstand
The lady of leisure comes
Tearin' by
Almost knocking me down
She turns at the corner
Please excuse me
Bet ya pardon
I'm just trynna test ya waters
Through the storm
You was there sticking it wit me
Classy in the streets
But she a freak when
with the Burberry on
Yeah
I fucked that bitch in the back with the Burberry on, uh, yeah
And 'til this day, that lil' bitch know all my songs
My
deno in his bitch, but she say she taken (How?)
On the e-way, one-twenty, call it drag racin'
Told the lil bitch hurry up cause we don't have patience
of the ghetto
Where the rags and words lie still
There's a room with a chair in the heart of the city
But only memories sit there
Princelet street in
in a dive bar
I love you in a dead language
Progress running through the telephone wires
Sneakers hangin' by the laces
We are the back roads
Dats big bro
Hit da trap
Den we back in da road
Niggas be thinking I’m slow
No
Ready for static
U already know
She shaking dat asssssssssss
Money
Dats big bro
Hit da trap
Den we back in da road
Niggas be thinking I’m slow
No
Ready for static
U already know
She shaking dat asssssssssss
Money
of another chance here's a lil break up song
We've been
Coming home for Christmas
Two years in a row
And I can't believe this time I'm coming back alone
We've
in ya hair mamacita
She's Fuego..
Oh, She's Fuego..
Stay By My Side.
Lil Mama Don't Let Go.
Oh, She's Fuego
Fuego
Tu ta buena
Te quiero mucha
Don’t
rob that youth and knock his time span
When you in them streets, just slow it down or you gon' die fast
I was supposed to be there, but I fucked around,
find a new life in the city
Don't wanna live in black and white
'Cause nothing's gonna change, the talkin's over
Too many wasted years gone by
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
And I will say La la la ...
Taking the high street road That will bring a sense of me
Feeling I'm being slowed By the fear of being free
Searching
And I will say La la la ...
Taking the high street road That will bring a sense of me
Feeling I'm being slowed By the fear of being free
Searching
Nigga you a Bitch, look like a dike, you ain't never been in no real niggas fight
I'm talking about the club, I'm talkin about the streets
You ain't
zoology starts
Game of Throne, we upend the farthest
Check out my horoscope, I'm the lion in the jungle
Rob you niggas on the ave, you buy a hundred
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