Lyrics:
anyone to die
Just go home and say you've had enough
It's easier than you think
Then get out and get on with your life
But stop by here and it's
side
They had to put her down then
We were never friends again
He said I killed her
He said it was my fault that he had to live without her
Now
I been down too long
Ain't nobody put me on
I got here on my own
I'm good by myself leave me alone
I got here on my own my hard work paid for that
I
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
hunger that he feelin', bro, I know about it (I was him)
Them couple dollars, he'll kill before he go without it (Facts)
Shit, if you don't, he gon' drop
the suit
Martin without the dream
So I'm a nightmare to you
It's me and you
Yo momma and yo cousin too
Riding down some numba o fours
Vallejo niggas slamming
something mean for this one boy
[VERSE 1: DRAKE]
Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around
i made money thats why these girls eyeing me down
by
offered at a sale rate even lower than it is usually for previous customers
The $300 version has everything one needs, especially if you already have
You're my champion
Four times I tried love
And three failed
But I wanted one to work
Am I two much to handle
But this door could still work without
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
passes you by
If you can't get a grip
Then let go and just fly
Away
Fly away from here
Get up get out get away get on
Put your life in your hand be
Houseguest here
And I am here to take a tour
Three knocks ten seconds and I'm busting down the door
With the screws on the end of the two by four
It feels like my heart got hit by a truck
Why am I a better artist without you?
Tell me is it better to live without you?
Or are you gonna tell me
Juicy J (Big Gipp)-
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town
a nigga you don't argue
Came here to die in the game I'm retarded
Know it's got a name I ain't knowing what to call it
Mama three-way the call chopping
TAKING TO THE TOP OF ANOTHER
SET OF COURTHOUSE STAIRS
YOU KNOW YOU ARE OUT OF IDEAS WHEN
YOU GET DOWN TO YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOUR PRAYERS
BUT
the coup
you gotta shoot
I'll be rocking by the hood
Let the mood swingin
phone ringin and the devil singin'
Got one my eye shot but I'm still here standing
door and she's gona rock it in a skinny by force! yes
call the girls ofcos, more girls more boys don't you know,
as we're sipping a beer tell them frends
Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental
And that's absurd, I kick the illest shit you ever heard
Every rhyme to the last line
a plan for the night that's in store
How many man can I list on the door
Triple A's in case we wanna explore
Bring your plus ones plus one or two more
3
toss those beads – them cuties flash for free
By the time old Smokey caught me
I's doing bout 1-0-3
You can give your soul to Jesus boy
But your ass
boast
Or brag when I'm next to you
True
I do all the thangs ya man won't do
For you
So here's a few things to let you know
When you're down
Here's my
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you
some smoke
Three niggas
Jumped out the window they trying to get a score
And right where I sat my ass here on this fucking porch
Four niggas
By the front
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