Lyrics:
me eyes pon you uuu
I fit to buy for two
Girl I fit to pay the price for you
I no go gree to fit to kpai for you
You know you finna call me talk and do
and the fear - you must decide between
The good or bad
As the sorrow unfolds by
Death and Glory, price to pay for the fame
Ride the fury, as you numb out
Mine, ah yeah
Yes, mine
My baby, ooh
Ooh
(Yeah)
Say you wanna come my way
Come my way
At your own price, at your own pay
But please don't
stranger
If you pass him on your way
He never sees a danger
In the darkening of the day
There will be dollars in his hand
He has all hell to pay
And he
you expect though
Liquor drugs and guns everywhere like asbestos
FLOATING on the turnpike
Headed to the west coast
I'll be back Chicago
But I need some
while your busy
Watching football and your
Favorite basketball, you're
Blinded by your sports and
Your hearts and your Porsche
With all the love of money
the gas on the way and cali he got it you don't gotta pay
And I still remember them days of hitting them plays and rolling wit yay
OH YES
Money on the table
everybody thinks they're bad, trigger fingers on YouTube and that
When man used to wear them Fisher Price skates
Is the only time that you roll with
riches
Had to go pay him a visit
Hit him like 'better yet plot twist'
This is a stick up
You can call me Mr. Richard
Only here for the loot and the pigeon
falling away
I would not blame you
While you flow through my veins
While we pay the price we pay
Kill tomorrow yesterday
Want to
We can if we want
the hopeless ways of fools
I love you tonight like I did yesterday
I won't think of tomorrow or the price I pay
I drink from the well my soul is dry
I never
Fresh off the front lines, back to the business
Downtown blunt ride, champagne wishes
Try to test the water, you just food for the fishes
The price
up and it go
You never did it before
Trap on the block it be right by the store
Heard I be juggin a load
He just a cap thought it went for the low
If
The struggle is real it's so real in my life
The price to pay is not precise
Too much to say a lot to write
It's hard to say and be polite
To be
it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap on my back
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap on my back
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
a grind
The mediocre can make you lose your mind
It's all on you and what you've got
You can play it cool or make it hot
I pay the price and take my
go pay
Nah one life man pikin get so I got to live it right
Nobody fit rush me nobody fit pay the price
I know say my time go come 50-50 life nah dice
Wanna be swallowed by your light
Get into your pulse
Get into your pulse
Just let me in I'll pay the price
Fallin' into ya feels so right
Get into your
we live it
So I dont give a damn if he bussin
Yea I don't give a damn if he bussin Nigga no discussion
Chadley a flex wit em cousin
Hated by few but
A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Do you know the price you pay
[D-Roc]
You lay down low for hoes
Get that mat out your nose
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
of orgasms
Get out of your shell
Pleasure without Pain
Don’t listen to bullshit
You don't have to pay
The price of life's hate
Lies of religions…
Rabbis,
of orgasms
Get out of your shell
Pleasure without Pain
Don’t listen to bullshit
You don't have to pay
The price of life's hate
Lies of religions…
Rabbis,
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