Lyrics:
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk to me when we fuckin' (talk back)
Big rocks
(uh huh)
I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (it is)
All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (we are)
All around the world from America
of style G season
Them sucka niggas out of style G season
My best flow too cold to just bring it out
But go and talkin' crazy tho' you get yourself
ba-a-by
Now moving forward it is what it is
Retrain my brain get back to the biz
Hold down the fort, get some coin to sort
Take command of the lust, focus
love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
back, some things can't be forgiven
My love is a gift...
I'll take it back; wrap it up, save it for somebody else
Or better yet, hold it gently, keep it
bluff
Just like I caught you when no one else was there
You paid me back by
Stepping on my hair
I severed the ties
And burned all my bridges down
I never
the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Before you
One two
Get behind the walls of new Roma, want to buy the farm
But the land's not yours to own?
Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole
the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
Before you
to save me?
Stay stay stay alive
Stay stay by my side
And every time you believe that I'm down
I'll show you I'm gonna survive
You make me feel alive
You
dance
Life it be grabbin my hands
Takin my wings to put them in the trash
Testing my chemical put me in class
Gettin ahead it be throwin me back
Thinkin
a Cuban link on my neck
Uneducated, but I got a million
Dollar check hold on
We should've never gave
We should've never gave brothers
Money go back home,
can never say "no" when he looks at my face
Hook me up! Nick, Man, I swear I'll pay you back
Well come to think about, we need an opening act.
niggas packing your dome
Asshole By Nature
Bitch better give me fifty feet
'Fore my thugs click up
And hit your block fifty deep
I use to sit back
Let
a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep
I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya
But I
Well the emperor is in the pig sty
And the geisha is in the shack
And you better believe I'll hold them there
Till the feds, they pay me back
them off the bus. I didn't know you were friends with them.
I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over. So is
by someone
How bout you save yourself
How bout you save yourself
Come back to my shit
Meditate
Help me bliss
Miss
None of the bullshit
Old shit
Weird
bitches, go super hard
Maybach, layed back
Looking like a super star
Diamonds on my neck
Shining on em like a shooting star
30 in the clip it's got me
'cause only God's my witness
Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic
I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal
Super fly, do or die, killer hill,
waiting for my deus ex machina
And I'm forever changed by this chemical burn
Skin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form
I grip the steering
So save your words and I'll fade away now
Give me a match and I'll burn it all down
Pick yourself up as I walk away now
Because it's dark inside
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