Lyrics:
to ride with you
Every morning with your eyes on lock thinking
Seven kisses by my side i wanna ride with it
Fuck this liquor all i wanna do is talk with you
Early in my morning
Wash the night away
Honey on my mind
Flowing in my veins
Bottles on the table
Shining clear as day
Ice cubes in the glass
Melting
talkin' about they was comin' out like players tonight
They won't let me in with my pistol, I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when
the type to do some hoe shit and hide yo hand
I'm the type to break it down tax em' by the gram
You the type to fuck up then run off on the plug
I'm the type
put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Nigga 'bout to run up in your house in a jiff
Every morning I wake up in a bad mood
Attitude fucked up, he's a bad
inches and stepped off the half ounce I was standing on
My regular customer and I were out by the gas pump smoking a joint at three in the morning
From
psycho's!
Why you readin' to me from the bible?
Get away from muthafucka I hate you!
On the morning of your B-Day I'm a take you.
Days go by and I'm lookin
ain't hit your opp block, but you been hittin' your girl
My P-U-B's a quarter mill in the mail
I'll make it further than you, why? 'Cah I'm willin'
You know, I feel bad, sometimes
I wake up in the morning and I see your face
Maybe this is all just a dream
Lying and I'm thinking of the good old
INTRO
[I Feels So Good This Morning]
[Blessings For The Quarter Toss In Fountain]
[Managed To Be The Illest clive, So cstounding
[Just cnother
I'll just order out then
Take a look at my figure, I'm putting on a couple pounds
And I've been downing quarter-pounders hourly
Cheese in my Mickey
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
just a prisoner,
Trapped in the chains of your love.
It cuts like a knife, imagining life without you,
Oh darling.
I'm up to the challenge,
millions
Money to the ceiling
Nigga, no ceiling
Step up in this bitch 5 o'clock in the morning
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning
a grown man
And I stand 5`8" and 3 quarters
Giving orders to my sqaudron 'cause I`m like the sergeant
Or general but let me keep this minimal
I used
is that chair even comfortable? It looks like it was crushed by a monster truck! START THE FUCKIN’ GAME! Oh my, Jesus Christ! What the hell is in all
to stop
Been out here rockin' the game with these features
It's over for niggas as soon as I drop
She lookin' for love, but my heart somewhere in a box
ain’t flipping no cuties
Was flipping the quarter pounders for the music
Then went to school
Florida bound I’m by the boot
Heard the sound they gotta move
footprints belong to a big wolf
Trying to find service on my cellphone
I felt aight with my knife on my belt though
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you
to the voices in my head
Wake up every morning with no one by my side, letting the depression take over my mind
But I cant sit around and let it waist my time,
the explosion
And it's not a drive by
The Quarter mile keep me Rollin
Yeah
I know there's something on the sunrise
So on and on I ride
A quarter mile at a time
like steel
Touched by the hand of the gods on these golden mornings
I feel like a knife for you
Stopped on the way down to the sea on the wide
he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls
And he diggin' in it like
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
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