Lyrics:
wife
You know I love him but if that test wasn't positive
I would have had a lot to give
Sometimes I want to divorce your ass and take half,
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred mane
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call'em Blocka
That
gaga, "Oh la la"
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly i want your disease
I want your everything as long as it’s free
I want your love love, love, love
a long way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry, I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
I got
What you gonna hit him with the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin'
You wouldn't believe what the hell I seen
Drive by a Puerto Rican mama
Had a big thing right behind her
Before she spoke, she didn't think
That I
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
and I'm still here
Outside, frontline, Southside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
Honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
Look, don't
and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch
Take them
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
(Ah, shake, shake)
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Chump niggas gettin' served by the day (that's on my mama)
Pimp niggas gettin' curved out LA
colors stones, it look like it's sherbet
I'ma kill that pussy, get convicted for murder (I'ma kill him)
I ain't whippin', servin', bitch, we pay for
Cast along the way
Spinnin' out in circles
Wakin' decibels
Beckonin', beckonin' for you (La Música de Harry Fraud)
I'm in love here but I don't
Oh I'll give him all I have
Every baby needs a mama, needs a papa
Close at hand
Every baby needs a mama, needs a papa
To hold their hand
(Never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(The sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(For the love of you and)
Standin'
but the boy just turned wrong
Now I can still see the flowers down by that old oak tree
And it looks like there's room beside him just enough room for
Guardian Angel
Never doubt I'm here
for I am always with you
through him, you'll always have my love
Mama look, look high into the sky
for I am
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I
them
but you was there for me
I just stopped by to let you know
hey there mama
yeah you raised me right
and I gota baby, he's your grandbaby
and him
brother said he got revenge for my mother's face
Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase
'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain
go Call of Duty
Won't let him fuck but I might let him chew me
Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (ha)
Just like these baguettes, yeah, that
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
new style
My old girl dope, but I love my new girl
So when I'ma slow down this merry go round called life
I was a youngster with a fever, moms
remember
I remember when they tried to count me out
So I counted it up
On my mama, I remember
I also remember those that showed love
I'm forever
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