Lyrics:
by these three walls, breaking out the fourth, lemme find out where she goes (oh where she go)
Adolescence, adolescence, adolescence
Tried to hit you
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
found my new one
I hope to have it to you
By next week, maybe sooner
She sleeps inside my room when
No location left on her
No locations left on her
No
we got motives
I market America that teamwork
Three keys in my sleep, now that's dream work
It's the U-blow show
Seven figures on the wrist like you
(Aye)
Me and Za hitting corners bend through
She's a munch she done fucked on the crew
Take Shrooms baby we don't pop blues like
Hold on, what it do
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches
Me and my dog, fuckin them both they got
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
the crown
Walk around by myself, i'm the man in my town
She like when I talk, her panties they drown
Crumble with the za
Woods hitting like Pacquiao
Pack too
Over
She stays over every Thursday
Told her it's my favorite day of the week
Closer
I stay falling she's June I'm
October what a season to be
(Oh
a couple bowls, just copped six hundred orange
Made it back from Royal house safe, right back on the warrant
Shootin' dice, in the last week, down like
to Kimmy
Don't go son, nigga you my motherfucking heart
Stay still son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God
WISH GONE AMISS
(Hannah montana is singing old blue jeans)
(Hannah and Lilly go back stage)
(Lilly Looks out of Hannah's dressing room talking
(GGP)
I ain't had no sleep in three weeks
In my bed is three freaks
I got all the money
And I'm just
Smokin' on this tree-tree, gettin' head
I ain't been asleep in some weeks man
So much on my mind, it'd have a young'n tweaking
Shawty on my line, she keep calling for no reason
But I ain't
door to mine
Seven days a week at 6 A.M. she gets her five miles in
All the neighborhood men pretend to get their paper
When she goes running by
where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
Mcdonalds, like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
one day
And this whole week feels like one day
Cause I got the kicks for the Monday,
But she got the blues for the Tuesday,
So I got the peace for
were in need of-
To leave you were in need of-
Wondering where you went what felt like weeks went by
When we knew what happened oh the panic how
rehab with this kid named Oscar
who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn't
even talk to each other until the fifth week because both
our lips
like that, but you'll kill for me
And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you
But I know these ain't
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Big business
One blue hunnid, she'll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassin' me
It's a mess on my
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
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