Lyrics:
it by yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Well is you single, where my single ladies?
Stacked your bread and bought your own Mercedes (vroom, vroom)
You your
Who!
The wind is blowing across the mountain
Down on the valley way below
It sweeps the grave of my darling
When I die that's where I want to go
wait to long.
I can feel that it's coming on strong,
The first cold wind of winter is flapping in my clothes
Showing me the way with the direction
in a desperate place
Every day is a twist of fate
Oh, his family wonders if he'll make it home
Knowing his faith's his saving grace
Now he's
then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah, baby, it's a price to pay
Only play in the fast
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
(Bongo ByTheWay)
Woo
(Brrt)
Niggas wrapped around the planet (hey)
Got me feeling like I'm Janet and it's 1984 (uh-huh) (whoa)
Got 'em all in
to teach a seed to grow
It's just another ordinary miracle, today
Life is like a gift, they say
Wrapped up for you, every day
Open up and find a way
slashing cause it ain't the way, the T.A. blew forty mil' they say
We threw it down by night and they scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists, picture frame,
Ah listen everybody, specially you girls
Is it right to be left alone
When the one you love is never home
I love too hard my friends sometimes say
TV's in here then where I live
And it don't make no sense but bay I'm the shit
And everything I flip you know is something serious
I got the custom
[Chorus]
T-shirt on girl I love to see you wit my t-shirt on after
We just got through hitting it in my home (baby This is what I wanna do)
Wanna sex
who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do
on the two-way simply to say I gotta see you today
They say love is a gamble and if so, I'm the Bilagio I can't lose
And I guess that make you the mirage
Wait
Or appetite for destruction
And a thirst for your mama
Either way I keep it going
'til that thang is empty
Been nice since Mike Tyson
Punched Soda Popinski
Pretty woman, don't walk on by
Pretty woman, don't make me cry
Pretty woman, don't walk away, hey
Okay
If that's the way it must be, okay
I guess
It's not the way you smile that touched my heart.
It's not the way you kissed that tears me apart.
Many, many, many nights go by.
I sit alone
On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight
That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
Been buryin' my folks ever since they raised the price
seemed so far to go
So I headed up to Tahoe for a Christmas on the slopes
And I had fantasized about Christmas in this way
Curled up by a fireplace in
been off on a journey to find myself
Maybe find my way back home
Been many an hour all by myself
In the darkest of nights
I was never ever alone
things
Real ugly for the 9-9
It's goin down ya'll
Oooh this is ugly
Drop a bomb on them Flex
Yeah, it's hot ya'll
Real hot, hot to death
B.I.G.
Let it sing me home
The sun on my shoulders
And the wind at my back
I'm bound and determined
To get back on track
To where the heart is
Where
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
performance
And by the way, your life is a VV stone charm
They take the land and then detect who all can come
But I tell you with a long sleeve, I bear arms
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