Lyrics:
still mad that I fucked yo bitch and her friend
Had a threesome
It's alright because I only use them b*tches when I need lust
The good thing is that I
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
One time
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo
Turn me up on the headphones
If looks could kill I let
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
cherish those moments
Every morning, you roll over
And you see what heaven brought you
My flow is so sick like Ne-Yo
So Heat like Chino banked up like Tito
on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart
got that Worldstar like Beyonce
Now carry on, I'm gonna go my way
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo' bitch just came
lifetime yo mad cream
oh shit, you seen that car that drove by? (yeah)
well that was his X-hoe Lisa, and that was why
he told us to drive through the hood
One time
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo
Turn me up on the headphones
If looks could kill I let
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her before
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain
niggas in a rush to grow
Till hard timers in the pen
Had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw it comin'
- too busy bullshittin'
Caught him with his
lingers on the town gets the notion
That their love didn't carry across the ocean
But she loves him like you wouldn't believe
And the town thought that
me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back
I hit him back like "Yo', well fuck her, it's
Lena sing to me baby
I tell her sing to me bae ye ye ye yea
Just By the way that you move
Girl I know you got a thing for me Baby
Know you got
Yo lll news is the streets, a bum with no shoes
Down to his last cigarette, cold numb and Confused
A wife lonely and Afraid, her husband left her
If that is yo nigga treat him like a brother and tell him y'all dyin together
If that Is yo bitch make sho that's yo bitch and tell her just ride
sis'
I just took him to the
Bank to make a deposit, aah
Mmm-mmm, yeah yeah, mmm
She see body
When she lookin' at a young nigga
I fuck her good
Now she
the red stamped letters
The broken heater, the battle to make ends meet
He wants to forget he spent her money on a disco strobe
Desperate for acceptance
He
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
done
He wasn't waiting
But a letter came
On the envelope
He read her name
He read it over and over
In his cell
Her words quenched him
Like water from
bout his date of release, she hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred
Son
hit, nigga got yo beezy snatched
By Mista Charisma, to a lady I'd be ya nigga's
Enigma keep her in the desert, I give her a river
If she was a 10 I'd
drinking heavy trying drugs
That yo teacher told you killing people by the plenty
That shit confusing like pops telling you get ready
Then that nigga never
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