Lyrics:
and call you out on this, bitch
How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this?
You need to slit your wrists, get pissed, and go jump off a bridge
What,
hard to sleep
I wrote a little song about it
In she came with the same type game
The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
Big thangs, so big
to come
Me and you are not same
My flow is smooth as fuck
So smooth (So smooth) like your girlfriend's Ass
Weak mind chase pussy, drugs, weed and Cash
Fake
purple drink
If I fall off again mayne, I'm runnin in the bank
You know I stay about that jacking, killing, robbing, and thugging
Whip ya head like cee-lo
the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then
The trains are on strike
Look who’s just lied
Would you believe the price
Walkable cities explained by the ultra-right
Phoning my girlfriend
She’s
arm
And sometimes I let my hand sway
Just enough to brush
Yours in a causal way
And when your dealer asked about your girlfriend
I look the other way
your set and setting
It's always better to postpone it if you are not ready
My girlfriend's gone because of you! Because she hates you
Oh.. I'm sorry
Last night my girlfriend asked me why
They don't play me on MTV
Well i guess i never really tried
To write a song that's this cheesy
But I'm tired
was to get ran through by a linebacker or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about your bump-n-grind and your foreplay
I found out and I
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
and the children's
And throw papier-mâché up inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm, broke hives
Concerned about ya
leave your girlfriend to creep in
Funny how it turns out
None of us three were sleeping
I'm hit by the realisation I was a fad
And as life plays out in
your girlfriend's obsessed with me
But that's a story for another day
And this is why love is fucked
'Cause you went and put your trust in her
Black boots and songs 'bout rivers
Songs about washing all your troubles away
Says there must be something in the water
Says it's all too much for me
Tattoos I got them
Girlfriends don't need those
Avalanche on every track
Ski mask but I'm not froze
Not a con but I got prose
Famous stars and strap
(by wire)
My basic task for you to be apart or get my fire (you snitch)
I see you fear, you’re rat, I’ll take your girlfriend (your girl)
For sure that
you tell me anything and everything that I need to know
If your girlfriends, boyfriends, boys have got dough, when your best friends telling you fuck
will become a quote
Words sounds so nice they're gonna put it in a book
Slipping with your girlfriend never leaving her a note
She ain't really know me
Trigga the realist
Forreal getting the digits
We go by the thousands
Keep 100's and 50's
Invest in yourself, invest in your bitches
Ricchie Ray
yall gonna do about that
niggas
[Hook:]
We on your block
We got rocks
You got robbed
The man got shot
That nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting
and call you out on this, bitch
How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this?
You need to slit your wrists, get pissed, and go jump off a bridge
What,
I change, I tell her
"Yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same until the end of time"
Take these broken wings
I need your hands to come
we see ain't
What it seems or feels, girl
What is love? (What's that?)
Love, what is love?
Would you believe it if I told you all about it?
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