Lyrics:
girl
(Squeezesha)
You know my style!!!
That fine girl
That kind girl
(Eeee)
That makes a bad man sing)
When she pass by and say hi
(I wish she could be
to sell my hurt
Shut the fuck up!
So take me (Downtown) to the crossroads or take me to church
Shut the fuck up
Where's the love
What's up
I don't want
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
that's The kind of love that gets us by oh that's the kind of love that gets us by
Well I got my old truck home and I was shaking to the bone cause it's
to Vancouver, she would miss her care, love and affection; but most of all she was bothered about getting money to pay for her exam fees.
She decided she had
(oh)
Those plans got canceled that day (oh)
Making love and she called out what’s his name.
I nearly lost my mind,
thought I saw clearly
I was so ooh ooh
Sittin' by the table Watching each other
Feeling kind of sorry for my baby brother
There's no love in the room
No Love No love
There's no love in the room
As long as you standing by me
As long as you are my mommy
As long as you are my baby
As long as you totori me
You my body take all my money
As long as you
So I'm singing
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
So I'm singing
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
Spendin' that capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labelled rough rider
Known for bringin'
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than
Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account
Camilla then I put her in a bimma we're breezin
I call her Serena cos she love me for the tennis on my necklace in the summer I'm freezing
She said I'm her
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
So I'm singing
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
Yes it does
And this is my kinda love
what the pastor was saying so I just started up my own church
The quirks of the feminine mind, they enlighten my style, put me to the test
Gave her 200
the streets are callin
I like
How he hold his own
I like
When he's in my zone
I love
How he bring it home
That's the kind of G I like
Hoodie up
Sneakers white
The church went down and it didn't go gently
The burning steeple fell right onto Main Street
The old stained glass exploded
Pieces of Jesus at my
the church has set back and
Watch this world go to hell in a handbasket
But yet all the while getting fat of his teachings
And while making political gains
darlin'
Like a baby boy loves his toy
You, you've got kisses sweeter than honey, whoa Lord
And I work seven days a week to give you all my money
of curse words
Old folks see me and they say that I'm a heathen
Bi-ch I am a God and my lady is a goddess
Can tell by my dreads, rudeboy kind of wicked
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