Lyrics:
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
I have no doubt, no doubt
Let's get married
I love you and I want to stay with you
Let's get married
Have kids and grow old and grey with you
Imma crush it call me David Archuleta
What you thought bitch imma rock it
Rocket man ill be high by the time that you watch this
I just wanna stop
I'm gettin' weak, I need some ayy-ayy
Need someone to pray for my soul right now
Everything's lookin' grey and there's no white clouds (ooh)
I don't
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
cadirac style
Oh no my little baby loves me cadirac style
She thinks I look like David Hasselhoff.
"There's you're glasses on."
OOPS
She just
of you hoes got the talent
High feelin like its all love and no valin
Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X-men
This is some shit that i
high
So I, just walked on by
Saying my, oh, my
I ain't gon' let no other girl start troublin'
Lose someone like you, you must be joking
1, 2, 3,
like us, damn
Poor Isis, that's his mama name
Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had
and no looking back for us
We got love show love that's love
Say the all you're all that l need to get by
All I need to get by oh oh oh oh
Yeah
I got
niggas that bang and slang drugs
We fuckin' them niggas up, ain't no love for Bone Thugs?
Nigga fuck y'all! y'all bitches used up
It's business
Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough
Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't payin' for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex
'Cause I got street
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're
Don't you tell me, I ain't no fun,
Just tell me you love me, like I love you.
You know you do.
When we're together,
Gray skies are clearer.
see me every other weekend
I'm no longer waiting at the window seeking
For a dad who never even bothered leaving
Love you still you know I'm David's Son
""BETTER LOVE NEXT TIME""
copyright David V. Gregoli & Melanie Jackson
818.995.1748
city lights
where are you tonight?
I'm still haunted by your
doin' out
No love for no ho if I flew her out
Might paint the whip white, might Jew it out
Ain't get rich overnight, no, I planned it
Sat down and I drew
making wage
Got the fresh canerow like David Haye
Get a one-two like David Haye
I'm on the ones and twos like Jason K
Indirect, no blatant straight
nautalis ain't a beat
Daytona 5 Grey S5 with the baddest out of 3 dimes Lisa "Left" Eye
my Flow Chilly TBoz, watch with 30 rocks in it No Peacock, A little
Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough
Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't payin' for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex
'Cause I got street
She know I ain't runnin' out of loot (no, no), brain one, multiply by two (let's roll)
Pockets steak, eatin' wagyu (steak), niggas fake, yeah, they
And I'll show you a trick or two (ooh babe)
Because I can do magic, I can do magic.
Now I ain't no psychic but I can see what you mean girl,
And you
get mad at me
'Cause it ain't no rules inside this fight that we battlin'
And it ain't no leftover scraps, you only eat if you capture it
And I swear
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
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