Lyrics:
somethin'
I was twelve in Louisiana, out here with B London
No matter how much wrong I did, Miss Mary never judged me
The secret to my heart, she hide
I was in Sao Paolo eating palm heart
And I couldn't believe my surroundings (no)
True I got the ends in me, listening to Headie
Getting gassed in
And the coders holding on the dons wrist
She got the ill will chain on
Turquoise boots sayin' god son
This the theme song
[Chorus]
You know the size
and the heart is the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love escobar, or love nasir jones?
Let me know so I could cop her
on a pedestal
You gotta climb myself
Ima own up to the truth
I feel like James St Patrick
Heart all on my sleeve
But the pants don't match it
From a different
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts
Heart got a hole in it
Bank got a roll in it
way across the room to you
And I got nervous, thinking, "What's she gonna do?"
She grabbed you by the arm, I'm thinkin', "I'm through"
Then you look
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
and she is ours
And she's stolen all our hearts
She's the best, she really rocks
And she is a stone cold fox
She's Sugs, she's Mom, she's Mare
Nobody
baby! Where you going?
[Mike G]
Dina! Never should have seen her
Hooked by her look now I feel like I need her
Body so pure, she's shaped like
brought us together when it could've tore us apart
Mom still ain't good, she misses you, she thinks 'bout you daily
We got a dog after you passed and she
Feel it in your tummy butterflies acid
One clean pop by the center of your glasses
Point blank shot It'll make you do a backflip
Feeling is olympic she
four
Your admirers in the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in mocassin sneakers
And I
Turn me all way up
l know l got that flow back nigga
You got couch here
Real rap peel back in the Mac black
She ain't at where I'm at send that ass
Too Short baby why you talk so bad?
Just a player ass nigga and that's all I rap about
Bitches, hoes and all that shit
She got my number, if she beep
the girl is stacked
Reception's jumpin', bass is pumpin'
Look at the girl and your heart starts thumpin'
Says she wants to dance to a different groove
Before I ever met her
I was a dirty reckless boy
Now she got me shaped up
Like a James Dean toy
She gives my heart a life
Things were bleak here in this
Oh, now she's licking a toad
Spiritual girl, she's got a story to tell
She taught me to love myself, forget everyone else
Forget and I forgive, I
She's got a notion
How to walk by
And catch his eye
Hes intrigued
She's enticed
Hazel eyes
That's his vice
You never know where this could go tonight
Is
the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's
Verse 2
Here's a call to the girl who got fucked by the world
So she curls up into stiff cup at the bar
Searching for life different man every night
Still
holding on she's living day by day
'Cause he got the wild in the body got the wild in the soul
Wild in the heart will it ever take it's toll
Got the wild in
tapped Chanel, I mean I wish I tapped Lorelle
I mean I wish when I was young I wore the Patrick tops to school
I had to rock Ravels, I mean my mom did
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