Lyrics:
You don't mean it
I admit it
Yeah I used to be addicted
Love is a painful prescription
I just had to take the time out to listen
I guess being single
Mikes and wear em 2 times
Da man on campus like a star recruit cuz my price was low and ima cool guy
Expensive fabrics what I’m fueled by In
Neiman Marcus
good baby I'll be home in a week."
Pinchin' myself just to see if I'm dreaming,
Call up my team and meet me by the docks in Miami,
I fly out this
or die tryin' it's Queens
With southern soul food I'm cookin nigga it's me... B-I-Z
And this is that b-Y-c
On the couch with a chick two K on the sticks
been-actin- you be-trayed
Let down
Man I never thought you'd let me down
Let down
I just crashed down and hit the ground
Disappointed-by the-way
You been-actin-
I'ma Ryde or Die and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga, get up
'Cause I'm locked up, they can't get
your body when yuh hear bad riddim
Mi mek yuh draws fly weh like pigeon
Two cup in my hand
Soon step when I do my dance
'Cause it must be the best
I used to go over to your house every weekend
We started out as friends
I said I love you you thought too intense
Used to come over
Almost every week
more tours
(Man, shit) yeah, you guessed it - Bill's at the door
Gotta break away, gotta break away, gotta (2x)
(Kid 'N Play) (pass the peas)
used to be like you on the low
A nigga that's a realist but he kinda shallow
I gotta let you know you gotta know how to drop the ego
If you don't gonna
be minding my biz
2 o'clock in the morning.
88 Problems be clocking
Get outa here I be blocking
Short nigga like Messi be scoring
Tipsy by default I
gossip
Stick to Akademiks for the latest hot topics
Authenticity
No one cares
You live and die by your likes
And fuckin' shares
Secret niggas hidden colors
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
name, like I changed it when my man became famous
By the way, you ain't beefin with Slim, you beefin with US
So, stay out the magazines, keep it (shh shh)
will beat your ass down
Don't judge a man by his size
When you're a bitch
Who can't fight
La la la la la
what he promised
He should be right here, he should be with me,
he should be by my side
We are one and one you can never divide
VERSE 2:
How can l
Cause we gotta get new supplies
Crazy thing going at night
You might not make it alive
We already lost two
We don't even wanna lose you
Who's going out
Got a bitch named Ashley with
A nice little shape sent her unreleased
Don't be leaking all my tape
Told her if I get her lashes
Better not blink in
Wanna be my main squeeze, nigga please
To fill these shoes, you gonna need big feet
We never lookin' at the tags we just throw it in the bag
Fifty
you and you got me back,
It ain't no one else, it's just us two, it's you plus me, it's me plus you,
All praise be to God, He gon' see us through,
everyday but you could never be too used to them
I be abusin' them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the mornin' get some strength and then it's
that he likes better than people
Buddy can you spare a dime
For a little glass of wine
Buddy don't you pity me
Just one drink then I'll be
In
to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that
the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Yes for you and your people, queens and not
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