Lyrics:
I'm going Zone to Zone
Going Zone for Zone
Guaranteed to bring it home like
Always on my Grind
Always on my Shine like
You can hit my line like
You
Going down going down
Yea my heart is jammed
24/7 baby you been on my mind
Tell me 'bout the pain I can see inside your eyes
You can say the truth I do
summa
Going head up with me
Bring a motherfucking helmet
You niggas just special ed
All I see is green but my eyes so red
And all I do is win
Got a room
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
on my shirt, German on my stunt
Bitch, I'm makin' moves, 6 on 22's
Walk inside my house, all you see is views
Flat screens on the wall, white folks
knives they put in my back
All them those days I was down so Bad
Write my life and put it on wax
Ello Mac man I got yo back
I can't sleep and I will not
stiching on the seats insides
White leather seat lookin real fly
Winking at the hoes as I ride by
Peep the gold tips on my exhaust pipe
You see the gold trim
on the gram, on the block now
Hot now, and I see your girl is on lockdown
Mac Dre, feeling myself, wanna talk now
People on my nerves, when I'm talking gotta
ready to pull the Mac out
Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610
Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in
Shit, I seen a slab get stripped
the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green Benz Jeep
For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
You see through, that's why nobody
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
I know that sooner or later I'm going to meet my maker
I never thought in the beginning I would see us fall in the end
Pay a man to paint
what I'm gon' do without my baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby)
I'm going out of my mind
go to the mall and we kick it like Bruce Lee
She always choose me
Cuz that is my baby her neck gonna do things
Louis purse and Gucci shirt
Lemme see
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
but I
Need something tighter What do you desire, straight
Gangster going crazy Hynas love me but I love my, angel, baby
Angel baby, my angel baby
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
to the game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready
I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby
I see the timeline coming & I changed it, it's been
what I'm gon' do without my baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby)
I'm going out of my mind
gospel song
I'll keep it going to the break of dawn
Damn baby got it goin on
Baby breaking down her walls and I like that
l be fucking with my drawers she
a good tradition
Stir the mac and cheese
Gotta stuff the chicken
Lets just check the menu
Before we pick a pie
We aint in a rush
Baby we got options
too much going on
I see an overflow
Of the juices in the valley below
Up and down we go
To the valley where the juices flow
Lay down by my side
Let me
going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc
One time for CoKane Cash, nigga off top
One time for them (brrr), we got comin' by the flock, nigga
One time
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