Lyrics:
gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out
my eyes
It is still you hear with me
And if I asked you to stay
Tell me what would you say
There's a spot right here with me
Where I hope you'll always
synagogue brothers
All my Hare Krishna's
Let's build together
Let's go
Left, right come together
Left, right come together (let's get 'em)
Left, right
the way you comb your hair (UH!)
I like the stylish clothes you wear (UH!)
It's just the little things you do (UH!)
That makes me want to get with you
dumpin', leave your team runnin' I'm the Brooklyn Nets, and we don't need drummond
Used to hit me when they need somethin' Now I'm overseas like Brucie Lee
I'm the right dude
When you keep it to real
Know they despise you
Fly nigga fucking wit me
And you fly too
See you gotta little jay
We can get high too
the Lord calls me home
All of my pain will be gone
I'll be there by His side in paradise
When the Lord calls me home
I can only imagine how great it will
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slant-eyed lady by the light of an eastern moon
Shanghai lil never used the pill, she claimed that it
felt the unction to function
When all of a sudden
This tender little thang
Made her way right on over by me
Dancing sexy all in my face
Then she
of this place
Praying that my dreams will make a way
Say Praying that I make it by thirty
Nothing else will make me happy
Until I'm full time with my bae
obsessions
Meet me at the diner
It's all that I need
Meet me at the diner
It's all that I want
There you sit
At the table
With your phone
I've been hoping
For
my
Pour up the drank and give me some more
Ain't in a rush, I'm livin' it slow
One day we all, we all, we all go
One day we all, we all, we all
just fine with you by my side
[Hook]
Aye girl, don’t fret, don’t tear, don’t cry, cause
I, will always be right by your
Side, it’s gonna be alright,
Pre:
It's getting hectic! Yeah, it's getting hectic!
There's nothing left for me to do!
It's getting hectic! Yeah, it's getting hectic!
Stuck on my body
This beat just got slayed by cade
Got on my suit and it's Taylor made
Suit me up
Zooted up
No I don't believe in luck
You may say Gianis cause I'm all
The smell of victory
It's in the air I breathe
I'll always be
right by your side
I do it all for you
But nothing's as it seems
I'm floating in a dream
You
Yeah, ninety-seven, ya'll.
It's R.L baby, papichulo.
Want you to do this like a fire drill.
I want you to Stop, Drop, and Roll with me.
It's five
in-stores, photo shoots, interviews
(You guys come over here)
Check the head with the fucking reps, man
And now it's like, it's not about you and me anymore
I'm puttin' one through your peephole
Boy it's a no, no, to fuck with me 'cause I'm not your equal
They say I'm loco, the pump will make your fuckin'
and then you talk to me
And you wanna say
Everything that is wrong
With my family
Come on plug it in
And we'll do it right
Get up
Get up
Milo is my little
like Tony
And I ain't had to ask for shit, I ran it up by my lonely
The Glocks they come with thirty sticks, for me to split my opponent
Spin on that
Felt it in the air
A change arise
Painting with indigo
My skies are bright
Chance
Oh fate
Don't pass me by
All align
When two worlds collide
right
You can tell the whole world I’m lifted by you
Movin' hard feel it inside
Makes me wanna dance
The speakers at my side
The music rippin' through me
blood's, runnin' I'm one, hundred no matter what it seem
I've done nothin' but crush whatever the fuck was in front of me
Sh-sh-shots pitchers flicking
Discuss these its all right with me by peggy lee 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