Lyrics:
Can't tell me nothin' i'm not worried at all
I live for today a pocket full of dreams
All my bills are paid all my bills are paid
Woke up this
up your sheets - strang yourself up
And then you were no more, no more
Every day I,I,I see your face
As I walk on by past that awful place
23 hours in
door down up at Maxfield's
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Dope shot the nigga wearing his hat
bitch Ion really wanna fuck yo hoe but she on my dick You ain't gone live long speaking on the gang an shit Gave the bitch a na,na Now she wanna fuck
you came, I think it's by time you swang
And do your thing everything gon' be okay, everything gon' be okay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now baby how you
in my inn
Homing pigeons homing in
They fly through my doors
And they crawl out on all fours
Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet
all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
You can you can miss me you
Can miss me all that shit
Woke up quick at like 3: 02
Came from the dirt now we in the hills
Swear it's all so close could be counting mills
Nice lifestyle show you how I live
This the shit that I been
niggas in the streets I got my heart from it, once we all squashed the beef I got my squad from it, writing down what I seen I got my Art from it, Choosing
we done shut it down by three
And they always want an encore always beg us not to leave
I ain't never going nowhere girl I came here just to please
She
enter this door
I see a man of god
But then why he produce
All these sounds of abuse
Under this roof it don't stop
Cause I ain't ever believe you loved us
the five piece
Thick thighs please
Fuck it supersize
She said fuck and super vise me
Pistol by my side while I'm driving
I'm always down to slide
Cause I
run out
Three doors down it was full of laughter
When you used to call and say, "Can she come over?"
And we'd lie under a summer sun
And our
knocks on the door
With 12 boxes of awesomeness
Peter pissed or pooped again somebody
Get him out his pants
Porky downed 3 slices still tryna get
Paige up
Coo-coo princess, look who's here
Your resurrected Engineer
Don’t ask me how I tracked you down
Who has the sharpest nose in town?
I'm here to throw
beers by three
Nigga I'm a slime
See how my nosebleed
That's the height I see
She real sloppy on her knees
I'm the fucking man of my fucking city
on my soul
Don't wanna live in the past but I can't let it go
And I know that I'll hurt you too
Goddamn, baby won't you go
No more running down the road
three wings, when you said you wanted two thighs
People sayin, your rhymes are so cold T
I jump across themes, from feet to poultry
Juxtaposed, is a way
Hurricane it don't really matta hold me down,
And that ain't wat you doin so you need to move around.
I need somebody that's gon cook for me, fix my plate
to back
So if legends live forever then I guess I'm Peter Pan
I resurrected on 'em like the black Jesus
Come down from the cross and landed on my feet
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
op een late night ride
Blaas op die O en ik ben weer kwijt
Ze wil met me zijn maar ik ben op een grind (mh)
Live by de gun ja we trekken op tijd
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