Lyrics:
a maneater too
Lately I'm down bad for her, I'm next in the barbe-queue
I'm on Trav, I'm on Trav
Gotta open my mouth, and sing my song now
This one is for
with me
Like the console's damaged (why?)
It's winner-stays-on
And I've got the control, damn it
Bragging rights
I just work and strategise
Double
it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the true artists in their field
It's just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers
While we're
or 10 minutes, a criminal puts me in a bad mood
& some would say that's just a black man's perspective
but nowaday, i find that it's reflective
of what i
and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self
and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
Starvin' for dough, had it bad
Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy
Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
to write a song just so you can feel
everything I feel when Iâ¬"m in the mood to kill myself
I canâ¬"t control it, these thoughts of suicide, Iâ¬"m always
the Mayor
Some say that I'm a player, I'm a high noon tycoon, sexy lady slayer
Damn, dude, please, I'm all about the cheese
You push it old school I dangle
Yeah you know I had to make a song about you..
And it go like this
This feeling something we should hold
'Cause we blend just like diamonds and gold
you could show me your um (heart)
And we could love 'til the sun comes up
Forget about the times that we both fucked up
Bad at apologies but this song
But I'm not gone grovel and beg at ya feet
Can kiss on my balls and then suck on the D
You catching yo Zs, well go wait and see
I can tell by ya songs
mother-fuckers just suck and what
When I see you
That's my word: I'ma fuck you up
What you looking at
Bitch? I'll stab you in the eye
Torture you so bad, you'll be
Fate can take it up with somebody who gives a damn
'Cause I got a lot to offer you minus the rent
It's another clear reason why you're heaven sent
This song is, uh, dedicated to, uh, everyone that's ever had their heart broken
And, uh, y'all know how that feels
So, uh, we're just gonna roll with
It's big waps, bad B's, phones and yay
If the good die young then I'll be old and grey
They want advice, tell me really what I'm supposed to say
man crowd tryna hunt me down
And I won’t back down and I won't back down
3rd times charm just come back round
It's the young one young sun
Damn she cut
all my thoughts but that shit so slow
Damn
The fuck I did wrong?
Everything was fine but, nope, again
You're sending me another gigantic golden
Yeah
Damn, I really like you, girl
You can tell by the way you excite me, girl
I would do anything just to be your world
Would you do anything just
CAN’t sleep
Intro
Verse 1
Didn’t notice the sun running by
I was too busy working
Didn’t see gravity’s pull on my eyes
Always felt the hurting
and building another
One thats a lil' more west than southern
Givin differently impoverished a chance
Town that filters into white trance
One without rappers
to the throne
My niggas requested the song
Bitch I got one rule
That's don't fuck with team Argentina
Oranggina smoke, I don't need a toke
I just need
a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blade
Yeah but
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