Lyrics:
Short]
Daz, this punk bitch want to get with me
'cause the ho lookin for a P-I-M-P
[Trick Daddy]
You know the ho don't know no better
I would rough
Leave two grass angels on the neighbors lawn
They call me B-I-G S-P Double O- N
Don't believe me dude? Better check wit yo girlfriend
It's so good, It's
get around
Stuck my neck out for some people that wouldn't do the same for me
Till the end, I make sure all you ungrateful motherfuckers remember me
I
help but wonder why
What's the goddamn point of trying
To do anything at all
You tell me things'll be better tomorrow
I have my fuckin doubts- oh
(Ooh)
I stand with the flag they call me BDE John (John)
Switch the language: Yo soy guay, I hate america (Same)
Ayo, Yung Poopy on the beat (Yuh)
Ball
man's gold, but I'm better than I deserve
Time goes by with two kids in tow
And she's still the one that I love most
Our family's come so far and yet has
believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
Aye aye aye aye
Uh, nobody gave a fuck
Swear I put em on game more than once
And in return they tried to use a cheat code on me
I swear I can't make
of shit is that?
Make me load up them choppas and pop up where you little niggas at
Lay all your family, nigga, what's crackin'?
Fuck 'em, we don't
fly over continents
sacrificing ppl still makes me confident
when im on beat i make it burning
know sky cant cut me off G
soulfly the rest is on me
so
pressure
Lie to yo self
Don't lie to me cause I won't let ya
I bring out the best
If it ain't in you I can't help ya
Lion raised by hyenas
They see me see
til you make it and you still basic? I rather be the real me
Gunfire have a nigga fold
You ain't never blowed yo damn heat
Won't explain myself
the chair just to stare, set to sprint
Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
I say it now like I said it before
I'm lookin' at the front door
I'm
breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nigga,watch yo' homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me
gangster, he don't play about me
He say I move it better, boy where yo racks at
Say won't you throw a stack at it, with yo black ass
When I throw this
AND IMPROVED BY NOW
IF IT PAID ANY
I TOOK A BETTER JOB POURING FLUORIDE IN THE WATER
FOR THE SON OF THE BILDERBEG'S ONLY DAUGHTER
I SAID HOW DO YOU KNOW
SHE
You better
Find yours, I used to run with a few
Crime lords, Ramadan taught me use the
Mind more, though I'm not religious
Nas y'all, just the realist
the mornin'
I had me a pack by the mornin'
I had me some racks by the mornin'
I had a six-pack by the mornin'
I got on a mink, no pneumonia
The racks keep
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
Every day I gotta make something better
That's why the price is going up
They always tell me they love the beats that I sell 'em
Yeah, that's why
Embuyabem we keep smiling
Me ne wo na eka me sumu asem but yo tripping. Cold
I can't let deezy
He as been an idol
He gave me vim Charlie when I dey move like
ain't makin no spouse
She lookin real cute in her blood red blouse
Tha party ain't over until all of us stoned
Runnin up on me yo face got a stone
Break
make a drop
Keep my hand on the tool.
Let a nigga plot
Den yo ass is a fool
Young nigga bo
lil bitch I’m golden
Pull up on the block
You can smell
better than you
That's why I'm wanted
That's why I'm wanted
That's why you want it
See now I'm wanted by you that's why I'm wanted
And now he wants me too
Discuss these make me better by ne yo Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In