Lyrics:
When I?m goin? down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Goin? down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
We can still barrel house, baby,
when I come out
They gon' see, play your part or take a seat
I know I'ma be a legend
Why the fuck I'd wait to be?
Take the kids up out the town
But
goin', they gon' go and they gon' take his life (yeah)
Lamborghini truck (yeah), trap house wishes (trap house wishes)
I step in I blew a bag, I see
chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
know I'll never hold you like I used to
But our house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold, I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my
ain't no tellin'
Yeah, no tellin'
Ain't no tellin'
Suitcase, I been livin' out a suitcase
Still drinkin' Henny, if it's done, I'll take the D'usse
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
and the ladder by the window
Take a chance gonna make another round
Ah but your mama and your papa won't let me come courtin'
Says I can't make a good livin' for
Is it really true what they're saying
Are you really sure there's nobody come for me
When I'm walking home there is no-one
Once there was a house
it is, just like it was
A house where there was always love
I just drove by to see if things had changed
In a world that's seen its better days
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire,
I got a cobra snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house by the road side,
Made out
I told you once, I told you a thousand times, but no, you didn't even listen.
How about this time you take a deep hard look in that mirror of yours
and a barbecue
#33 just like you
Sweet lew, how could you?
Sweet lew, makin' me blue
A laker trade their bobby-d for a house, a guru by the sea
A little
Well I don't feel as if I know you
You take up all my time
The days are long and the nights will throw you away
'Cause the sun won't shine
When I come home, the house is dark
She sighs, "Baby, did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams
M. Le Vicomte, once more, if you please, Signor
He love me
We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets, monsieur
I see why,
She gon' make sure I'm right
Get in first-line, let it take off
You made it brine then I take off
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
Doctorin' the house
Doctorin', doctorin'
We've got a hot one for you
Can you take care of it?
We've got a hot one for you
Can you take care of it?
to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again
Fools again
As the pages turn and the story's told
From the visions he's seen
The house on the hill
With
won't forget
For so long I've waited for the chance
To be with you
And to lie with you baby
In my dreams I take you by the hand
In our house
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a three-ninety-six
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
something I can't see
'Cause I have my own life
And I am stronger than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won’t be
Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip (rip)
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
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