Lyrics:
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
For fifteen years, finally wins and you toot your horn, all the way through town
Why? Glory, that's why, glory
We all know little glorys, we're
on the east
Dick in her mouth, this bitch tryna eat
I ain't talkin' food, but she ate up the meat
Send her home to you, she can't come home with me
She
these gloves
a vilag szép az ég kék unless you come from the dust
a világom megváltozott europaba we leveled up
from the bus hustle till we drive
get my fill
Eyes that shine burning red
Dreams of you all through my head
Hey baby, oh baby, pretty baby
Tell me what you're doin', what you do
time, and make my way around the party
See my boy JD, and the weedspot on wheels
65 Impala, drop top, and make the shit hop
Come on out, sparks the blunt,
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me, now it's history
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
up the winding road
E??????? A
To Val's cabin
About half-way to the mountain top
We'd pull off the road and come to a stop
By
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me, now it's history
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
that all could enjoy
As I climbed up the stair to the stage that was there
It was obvious something was missing
I could tell by the vibe they wouldn't
Camouflaged through the City Lights, I paint pictures
Faint the scripture fascinated with crime, of brutally the liquor
Searchin' for the answers, Arthur feet
calls
Seven buttons
Don't you see how fast I can go through a long list of shit to do?
Make out a big check
Write a little letter
And put a sticky
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
Take a walk through my hood
And everything seems to be a-o.k
See my niggas on the block still hustling
Living life, day by day
Don't get mad at us, just
and big screen
In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green
In walked the woman that was see's fiancee
He said daddy loved her, and would marry her
God to call
Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball
It seems the dreams we saw got burst
Lit up the ammunition, won the war ???? bodies
all about you
Layin at night in this big old bed
a million thoughts run through my head
sometimes I can't even sleep
your memory won't let me be
And remember.. I'm doin' what I told you before
Man, I ain't waitin' in this line, I'm bout to go through the door
Now, I don't mind sippin' Mo, but I love
and you joke and you slob and you fart
Fuckin round with my coughee, bitch, you better be cautious
Cause hoe, you know I roll big old horse dicks
To keep
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
winnin for the Philadelphia
Your crew's through cause y'all niggas is bad news
Put niggas to work without the W crews
The Outsidaz be catching mad
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall
I don't wanna talk about things we've gone through,
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards and that's what you've done
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