Lyrics:
call me the deep
But hold on I got paint on my glasses (what the fuck are you talking about)
Sipping on molasses, while I wipe your album all over my
well
Diamonds all up in your prism
I smell like marijuana
Mixing with a potent vision
I see the virtues of a higher being
I ain't tripping
I taste like
Ugh yea
Aye Young Prince Young Prince
All love yea c'mon
I rock the North Face to your place
But we could go to mine
She a real bad bitch
But good
trolls
Check one check two let her speak into the mic
February Pisces girl I'm everybody type
Winning winning can't stop now
Gonna keep climbing higher
my girl gettin' sexy in fenty, she savage I cannot fuck on no averages
They used to say I was for the streets Lookin' back now, I was really for bad
around and take your girl from you then sell it to for the...
Oh... have her back, wont' love but I love the stacks
So I'm pulling up and then you know
flav
I’ll be in your city I’ll be on the way
Catch a body nigga andele
Nina on the hip hanging by the waist
Got another album on the way
What I gotta say
on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
What a day what a day
Ex girl got engaged
Now I'm scrolling through her page
Searching for something to say
What a day what a day
Hustle hard for
and put it right by my cereal
Hip hop that's my shit and I'mma take the time to put it out
I'm indecisive, but I'm packing bowls when in doubt
I could
[Intro: Girl]
And you will never break me til the day I die
[Verse: Angie]
Yo everytime I turn around they say
How I deal with that weak shit
I
fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score
I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums
song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky
long
Would’ve ran through half a M by the
Time I dropped my first album
More money than the guy that
Made me my first thousand
More morals than any
Yo
Yo
This for all the girls I know that would never tell me no
Who post photos wit' quotes by Marilyn Monroe
Swear they ain't diggin' for no
grab a titty
They know the album is litty
Niggas envision my kitty
But this kitty ain't for regular niggas
I need your account on a billi racks
Where you
vows
With you, in truth your word's coulda hurt once, but now
I'm in the world for a girl that loves me
How we start so perfect then all turn ugly
mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
TrackBoy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat
What A Woman. What A Night.
Written by Darron Moore
Darron Moore and the 14th Floor /From the Album: Love?s Fight
Chorus:
What a woman. What
incorrect for the hell of it/
what you thought bitch I was celibate/
When we back in the club we packin' the club to the rim/
girls do anything to get in/
our time, synchronize your watch
Going to work with these lines, punching the clock
All my life I been told to get it,
Get it by any means, so I mean
sides
In the mood, feeling good when I'm going out
But every day
I see you walk by with those green eyes
I'll wait on your doorstep
And I was thinking we
on yours
Been overseas, came back to the 'Cac
See I been on The Shield
Talkin' shit to Vic Mackie with no album
And no deal lB helped but damn that boy
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