Lyrics:
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
Then they start to actin fake
Im in a class all by myself
Im on a top floor with no neighbors
An i get so fuckin high sometimes
I don't hear what they
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
it
Been walkin' like a shadow
Right behind you, by myself
While you've been walking home
With someone else
Don't you know it hurts me
Seeing
down, the top down on the Pontiac
Where ever you wind up is where the party's at
Break out the bottle of Bacardi Black
And don't look back 'cause
Here's
and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she
oh, yeah
As years go by, I gain a little weight
And my vision starts to fade
I can still see the best of me in you, you
Know you think that we are
the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch need a Tic Tac (ooh)
I just shot my
Keep it jumpin' like a party, hey
Come on everybody
Were gonna do it my way
[Chorus]
It's a G thing, hey
Came to party till the break of dawn
We could party all night, night wanna spend a night, night
Will you be my type by the end of the night, we could pillow fight
Your Missy's real nice,
I'm creeping with a fine bright bitch
Aston Martin got a new thing that I just might get
And if Puffy give a party he invite my clique
We gone pop that
first
You wanna hustle hard as me? Oh, that's a lot of work!
cnd anybody feel my pain know that's a lot of hurt!
I wear baggy ass jeans, I don't know how
prescription
Here go your prescription
Take your prescription
Don't let the pain getcha
I swear my lane will provide as a painkiller
A painkiller, a 16
I delievered the orders from your last Stanley Party
Though I got some strange looks at the doors
And I cancelled our subscription to the Ladies
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
't drought
This party won't end (love me, love me)
If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still (love me)?
If I minimized my net worth, would you still
longer covered by sins dirty stain
My blood washed it all away
No matter what they may say
You are strong when you call upon My Name
Don’t carry this
keep poppin' them pills, pills, pills
I'm chillin' in my ?
Bring my girls to the damn party
Bro, don't touch me, I got my own money
If you want
republican, tote a MAC in the public and
Act so southern, die for my brethren
Money, money, money, like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
You keep it on and shockin' the place
Well I'm M.C.A. I got nothing to prove
Pay attention my intention is
underground, with the vest is on
Open up your head, now your flesh is torn
Never turn my back up at restaurants
Put holes in your chest, come test the don
45 in
(Come on)
Drop it low we don't know who
We've got for the show
But I'm the host and he's my cohost
So 2021 is out of the way
And you know it's a party in
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
Stop guessing
Don’t question
My flow is destined
Stop arresting my brethren
For your collection
Find something better than
Fronting like you
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