Lyrics:
one by one
Strings of your guitar
Play me a sweet melody
A sad memory
Still so near
Sing to bring me back my cheer
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
Come to the cabaret.
And as for me,
As for me
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie
Start by admitting from cradle
a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all realize that Hip-Hop and Rap won't stop
Puttin' it together like a racing track
Where's all my Latino, Philippino,
to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant be -Z what up man?
Rise and shine, make you want to say
Dear God, let me
Sitting here all alone watching the snow fall
Looking back at the days when we threw them snowballs
I can't believe I'm putting the tree up by
to a bird
When she fly by
I wanna rock you back to sleep
Like beddy-bye-bye.
Bounce in the 'lac
With your hand on my leg
Throw your bags in the back
Tell me how you like it
Sunset pictures
10 cM street drive
Sunset pictures
Holiday, holiday
Girl, when I'm with you no holiday
I sing you love songs - J
school Lac
(Hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath?
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I'm with your way, with your way, I'm with you
(Hell yeah)
heart?
(Yeah yeah)
When you read my love letter
(When you read my love letter)
Weekends and birthdays
Celebrations, holidays
Love making history
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
my mello now let me
here what I sound like acapella (shhh) wow ride dip swish now
bring it back just like this like a dog with out his bone unlike
a G
my paint is wet
'Lacs, Impalas, and Corvettes
Wagoners, saggin' here
Nigga not braggin' here, but let's be clear
My cars, they're hot, my paint is
I wanna cruise away from here
This is for my pimps, this is for my hustlers
Diamond in the back, Lac drivin' mother
If you're gettin', smoke one for
Ronald Williams.
Holla! You can find me changin' lanes in the Aston,
Leaning back with your dame laughing... (Haha...)
C'mon!
[LAC & MANNIE FRESH]
Get lose with it, stay true with it
We don't want it if you let bruce bruce hit it
Her neck, her back
We can fix it in my Lac
Her neck, her back
We can
ridin' by
See, I used to be the wife of a king (yeah)
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing (Holiday Season)
Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel
by her aura she wanna shot caller
Dippin' in the 'lac (slow) 3 in the back (oh)
2 if ya fat (aha) pimpin' is a fact
Fresh up out the street hot
Holidays are not the same no more
I feel the hatred boiling in my soul
Holidays these days, they make me sad
My presence is the pain inside my skull,
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel
fighting niggaz, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear
[Chorus:]
How could
for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's
, never holding back,
My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy.
My J.A. guy.
Take my life for a drive,
Never need to change his tools,
Him drive like
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