Lyrics:
it 'cause I want to
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner
I ain't drinkin' no 40
I B thinkin' time wit' a nine
Until we get some land
a holiday fuck it 'cause I wanna
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner
I ain't drinkin' no forty
I b thinkin' time with' a nine
Until we get some
I sent your bitch on a mission, made her sign for the box (sign for it)
Dropped a big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block
Looks like
didn't care about nothin' anymore.
It just ain't too good for your livers to go swimmin' in that river. You can get cut up pretty bad in there an' there
the signs say this was meant to be
Sometimes love is such a mystery
But it seems clear to me
We got such a good thang
Ain't nothin' comin' close to this
Cancun
20 bitches runnin' 'round nude
I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two
I got water drippin' out my jewels
If it ain't Actavis nigga it
shit that you got to say
But to hear me rap, ya gotta pay
'Cause you heard it before and it ain't no lie
That two Live music will never die!
Check
ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line
thinking that
Running for it
Would make a good story
I was thinking you were crazy as hell
You were so innocent
But you were stealing my heart
I fell
Yeah, you need to make your mind up
Ain't see her by now, you ain't gon' find her
She looks good, but she looks finer
Like (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Yeah,
other fellas although I know you think I am
Even though I kick it with a lot of - females
I can honestly tell you that I ain't gotta - female
But since
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
Smokin’ sticky icky icky on the 4 by 4 for gold like Olympics
you ain’t going anywhere like an elliptic
Wrote it like a movie Hieroglyphics
On track
the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is and it's hard to handle
When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though
niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break
me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
Hey bitch sign your name
it nice to be me, ain't it nice to be free?
Do what you want when you wanna do it
On the real, it ain't nothin' to it
Young man on his Alan Watts
of religious war zones
In your own neighborhood, it ain't all good
Guns don't make you bad, you've been had
You've been dissed, got it twisted, senses shifted
streets
But when will it end? I don't think it ever will
Gang signs turn to prayer hands for appeal
I swear it's so real
Life's so deep
A lot of mums
always keep it real, no I don't care if you mad (I don't care)
I'm here to make you better, I'm just like Coretta in fact
See only Kings would understand
to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
smelling good
finger nails and her toes polished
she did it how she lived
'cause she got to have it
first got them fucking kids
by the baby's
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