Lyrics:
what happened.
Yeah, but...
I lay there every night while you loved me,
And I'm used to nights that go by slow.
And I wake up every morning where
fine" sing-along
You’ve got the wrong song
Everybody makes mistakes, we can work it out
Wouldn't it be nice, If that's what I was singing now
But you’ve
There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him, yeah
Be a better man in a world of negligence
Pedophilic malvolence, don't
Hello?
You have a new message by Juelz Santana
Aight
Are you want to listen this?
Yeah
OK then,
1st message
Friday, 12:27 A.M.
had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill
[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?
[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace
back, we got family ties
If I do, I can't rap, that's suicide
These niggas telling, turn you to felons, twenty-five
I can't have my babies walking
Song by the internet, 'cause lately
You like how I get
Get you out my head
We having fun, oh baby
I've got, long legs
And I like this pace
I'm
What's up?
Here we go
I'm unholy
Unholy
You say you're out here looking for a miracle
Yeah, I'm prepared to give you something biblical
Try
(BEATFREAKZ)
Tryna fight these demons
Yeah
Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down
Fool moved by my window so I call my nigga Scarecrow
Croomy got the nine inside fine
Yeah 'cause Knick ain't goin'
I constantly fight these demons
She said okay
Okay
(Yeah) Monday night, Atlanta, Georgia, they say all the hoes at Magic
See no I'm no David Copperfield but I'm sure I can pull
thicker
when surviving you're on your own
can't sit back and just do nothin'
watch life pass you by
take a stand and just do somethin'
the only thing on my
ball
Don't mention me when you talk
Unless your names Chris Broussard
Uh
Your favorite rapper
Can't go two yards
Next to me
‘Cause when Luke's on
No
must be the boomer in me
Words pop out these niggas, yes
I know they pussy as fuck and we never gon' meet
Your beats like my Kimber
The shit never
when I'm mad at you
(Haha, we cool)
Let me ease ya mind, provide quality time
Pour your wine, yeah I can read your mind
Show you love thankful to God
yard
While the homie shuffle cards, I live large, they live large
We rock stars, no guitars, Backwoods rollin' by all
Stuff the Granddad 'til it look
Slide across town
gon make a Mov, Movie
From her bitties to her knee's
The thickest chick I ever seen
Breeze by her like the wind blow
cuz she
oh so wrong
True love, true love, can't beef with you
Take-out on a couch, that's beef with you
I'm selfish, we got, "Me me me"
Same shit, old
still winnin' rings, I was a kid at the park pimpin' swings
We Black Kings (yeah, no cap)
We Black Kings, yeah, fuck you mean, still sippin' lean
PVC
And the I'll film it all up on my J.V.C.
Scene one
Everybody get in your positions
Pay attention, and listen
We're tryna get this all in one take
So
I still remember the first time we ever kissed
We didn't need no mistletoe to know what loving is
Through every up and down, there's one thing that
waistline
Yeah! I was a baller in high school
Had a different whip, everyday, switchin’
Cops came by and theres no need for snitchin’
Because when you do that
stayed the same
Heartbreak can do that sometimes
You hide all your Pain
While I use mine to bring me up day by day
Oh I'm glad that you changed your mind
potent
I been on the come up yeah I stay focused
24 hours until we both sober
Found myself so deep inside you
Gone so long where are you hiding
Put
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