Lyrics:
Let me know, let me know
Ahh, let me know
Let me know, let me know
Uhh, yeah
This is really one of my dumbest flows ever
I haven't slept in
I really wanna stop but I just got the taste for it
I feel like I could fly with the boy on the moon
So honey, hold my hand, you like making me
fait accompli, we ain't gonna get no sleep
A vision rolling 'round in my head, but I don't really talk about it
I'm loving what you're doing to me
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
notebook
Drink and pen
And then abracadabra y'all, done it again
Married but I flirt a little
Siking the ladies
In the videos I be bringing it like Mike in
called The Dynasty"
And at that time, like the drums really weren't soundin' right to me
So I went and um, I was listening to Dre Chronic 2001 at that
Little voices in my head said, "Don't mind the little voices" (whoa)
What's sharper? Spikes or Mr. Carter
I ride for this shit like a knight in shining
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
said that you could make some money in my video
I get high and drunk just to make it through a show
And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all
nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side
only
Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr
to the black board, I can still recall the words she had to say.
She said "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA."
Well, there's Bobby
fait accompli, we ain't gonna get no sleep
A vision rolling 'round in my head, but I don't really talk about it
I'm loving what you're doing to me
'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied
be producing my music
I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Cock the semi, drop you like an Otterbox
They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with
. but
I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr. from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like
her a picture and said I'd holla back witcha
Hey, they say I'm like Mr. Bigsta
All these bullshit moves that missed us
Divide and twist us, revive,
The ice ain't really nothing to her
And I ain't frontin for her
She know just what it is
And I got mad love to give
You my ni
Like sweet morning dawn l
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
somebody gonna fade away
Lord, I got a lil' into trouble, down on Mr. Stovall's
Place
Lord, I have got in a little trouble, way down on Mr.
Stovall's
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
I took my girl to go bowling
Downtown at the red door
After an argument I started
'Cause I thought she didn't like me anymore
I can't help it
tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
had hair like wool, like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, Hail Mary no tale fairy
All real very,
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