Lyrics:
First time I laid eyes on you
I checked myself right on out of this world
Just one thing can bring me back from this here heart attack
And that's
Y'all haters thought we weren't comin' back with a remix huh?
But we did it again
Ya, ya heards me
So we gon take this one here to the dance floor
and take off the same night
I'm so bossy
Bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me
You cant get shit off me
I'm so flossy
No 6's on Sprees
Laid back
and take off the same night
I'm so bossy
Bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me
You cant get shit off me
I'm so flossy
No 6's on Sprees
Laid back
back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back
your eyes and just relax
No more working until you feel it inside your neck and back
All the things you did for me, you will get back ten-fold from me
THE THINGS YOU SAID I OUGHT TO
TRIED TO BE THAT KIND OF GUY TO TALK TO
WELL, I WAS WRONG
WELL, I WAS WRONG
WELL YOU COME ON BY AND YOU GET REAL HIGH AND I
swinging back and forth
About you
Before it gets so cold
That the rain turns to snow
There's just a couple things
I'd like to know
Like how could
an we pipe back
Try to play if u want u gon get headcracked
Niggas is pussy ya know where I be at
Got the Glock on me Nigga so I'm laid back
I ain't
You would think I've been living in hell
It is what it is
The things that I miss are becoming the things that I kiss
The times that are changing allow
ain't like that
Baby I could change that
Girl don't play that
Baby I could break backs
Nothing better than the feeling
When you laid back
While you take
you could know about the time that I'm on
Been receiving every single thing I need
Stepped into the light now I finally can see
Blueprint laid out clean
Please guide my ship back home
I've been crushed by these waves, but I need to survive
I need your assistance if you'd be so kind
Please take my lost soul
sent her back home, that was the end
Real talk, broke my heart, never seen her again
Double Chin Donatella did her thing in Daly City
Four-hundred
"I don't have to tell you things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
It's a depression
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job
Numbers
(Written by: Landon Allen)
(Chorus)
I got the numbers
Pull up in 10, we runnin the city my n**** don’t run up
It’s just a 5 star thing
And when this life's laid out before us
I hope we all can say
That we delivered this child together
When we meet again someday
We'll deliver him back
used to weigh crack
Still getting it in but she didn't know that
Pull her hair, by the neck
Hit her from the back
Teach her how to go And get a whole
was the kind of man to gamble on luck
Look you in the eye and never back up
But I saw him crying like a little whipped pup
Because of love
Can't
the cause
When I'm surrounded
By the Angels of God
Uh
What kind of guy do you take me for
I'm not walking in the fear when I praise the Lord
Man, we treating
I'm here tomorrow, but I'm gone today
But I'm gone today
I laid in wonder for hours with a certain stare
Couldn't sleep, Henry fucking like we wasn't
by a man who retired from the repair pool at Fort Sam Houston
Same guy who laid the direction-of-the-hole-left-by-the-electron-moving-backwards gem
spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though
things get kind of slow
He might think that I've forgotten him,
Don't tell him it
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
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