Lyrics:
have her fuckin' boys, beast
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
I love
Artist/Band Jaheim
Song title Could It Be?
Album
Submitted by Terronald
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
and you, boy, I swear we not the same
He say he better than me, that's all lies
Says she never did these drugs all night
We eating good, they cannot
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends
shit on your new album or what?
Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half
Man don't you
I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope high as a kite
Only
I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
the books
Its not promoted but its in stores so you kno' what I'm sayin' go get it
Project pat
Comin' up right after this the new frayser boy album
to szacunek
Nie wiem co dla Ciebie ważne, nie żartuj
Ze kurwa hajs
Jestem urodzony w mieście skazanym
Na wieczną dumę
Każdy błąd i upadek jest powodem by wstać
Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by
hater
When I say that I'm the greatest
I ain't talking about later
I'mma drop the album the same day as Kanye
Just to show the boys the man now like Wanyá
for my boys in the backstreet
Running up plays like a motha fuckin athlete
Back in the day
I was just like you
Down bad on a feeling that I cannot lose
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in
on his feet, ayy (ayy)
I'm lookin' at my son, and he grew a couple feet, ayy
Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)
They be
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
When the odds stacked up against you, if nothin' eventually ain't gained
Gotta do more than sit and complain
Every album I made was a product of pain
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
who are you to tell?
All you hype boys silly (silly)
You a square like Piccadilly (yuh)
I do not care how you feeling (no)
I thought you knew I
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