Lyrics:
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes
There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands
Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin cream was
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
I hate to see that evening sun go down
I hate to see that evening sun go down
Cause my baby, he's gone left this town
Feelin' tomorrow like I
the mail
My bitch, she like Chanel, got all the bags and all the heels
Where I'm from they like to kill, keep that chopper by the wheel
I seen some niggas
Little man, when you stand by my side
Then I know I don't have to hide from anyone
And I pray that we'll stay just that way
Till the day comes
So it passed me by but today I got a ticket
For a long journey to you and I
Oh home to you and I
I’m not good for you right now
I’m good for you
There's a tide on your mind, now your zombies get together
Through the days of your life you've been hiding from the weather
There you go
girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room
Billie
Yo a yo
When he's not engaged in FemDom
With his Friend's Moms
He tried to get this nigga E
To drop some n-bombs
Factoid, had to take a day to pen
the days,through
The ways,and you try to get on
But in vain,and you can't run
Away from the pain in your brain
Than comes the skirts,da girls!
You fell in
Maybe we can smoke (smoke, smoke)
We got nowhere to go (go, go)
I'm waking up to hotbox
Damn i can't see nothing
Cloudy with no sunny day
Turn up now we
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