Lyrics:
Cats & dogs! Will they ever get along?
Dogs & cats! Whatchya think about that?
There are hip cats, hep cats, sitting-on-a-step
Every cat's a little
And the spirit of John moved upon
The face of the waters
And John said "Let there be
Light" and there was light
And John saw that it was good
Dear
leavin' evidence
So you better get yourself a lawyer
(Get you a lawyer)
I'll settle this shit by myself
If you go to 12 and start talkin'
(Go to 12
on the top, where I'm finna stay at (uh uh uh)
I get high-I-I-I , I'm gettin by -I-I-I
Don't wanna die die dieeee, so I get high-I-I-I
I ain't even off this
and blowing ounces by the day
And late at night get on that bump and grind to Marvin Gaye
Let's take a trip out to Bermuda and go out to space
Or out to Paris
hear you shout at me as you go skating by
We are the champions playing loud on the radio station
Everyone sing along with these anthems of our
tight
Anxious for family dinner that night
Christmas is about family and friends
The day that we all wish never ends
Let's get together
Make memories
I get so lonely
Can't let just anybody hold me
You are the one that lives in me, my dear
Want no one but you
I get so lonely
Can't let just
had a customer you had him for life
Cause Brad the true hustler granted you right
Cause if you gonna pack leaves then you got to get along
and he who
and pop
All to smoke a little cooked up rock
So on and so strong, she couldn't get along
Knowledge is power, and there's a point to this song
to battle, you better prevent
The Mighty Mike see! MC President when I'm
Rockin' it... rockin' it
Well let's get right down to the bottom of things
did till today i cant forgive had some dreams but now they're dead, living past your just fake, get a life before you get crush by somebody instead yea
I still look for your car in the drive
In case you turned around and changed your mind
I get let down by headlights every time
But I still look for
along
A little mixture of rap and pop
Here comes the obligatory bass drop
Let's get down, everybody
Let's drown our sorrows
So what do you say?
The moon's
on you know
I just wanna be with you
You know how I'm comin nigga
Choppa have em runnin nigga hey
Spend a lil money and get back that bread baby
We gonna
with the bull
You're gonna get the horns
Mess with the bull
You're gonna get the horns
Mess with the bull
You're gonna get the horns
Don't let 'em
just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead"
"Debbie, don't let that fucker get you upset
Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck
I bet you
know what's wrong with these niggas they keep hatin
I ain't trying to get along with these niggas I get cake
In a foreign all alone making juggs out
The more you the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah (let me warm it up for ya)
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's
the days
I'm acting like I don't see
Every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me
But my hips have missed your hips
So let's get to know the kicks
Will
along (Let's Go)
Brick by brick we build this shit, With my bro's it feel like home (Yea, Yea)
This the life we cherishing, Y'all life's so embarrassing
Hair long, tatted on her back
I get her a first class flight to where my show is
Smoke weed, don't smoke weed
Cash contact, get drunk
Let me hit once,
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
senseless
So in this life I lead, I stay protected
By God, my squad, and this thing in my palm
Now all my hustlin' motherfuckers, get your money, sing
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