Lyrics:
She'll be by your side, still holding on
Even when those twenties stop spinning
And all those gold-diggin' women disappear, she'll still be here
Must
'm taking women to heaven and then I take em home
I'm waking up with something twenty something fly shit
Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit
Word,
the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad, they're going to take me to task
But I'll be home by Christmas.
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
you go inside the freezer, ice cubes smell like cologne
That mean someone was at your house when you was not at home
Man, I swear to God
You get
Waking up in the morning time
So much running through my mind
Will life get better
Feeling so much pressure
That's when I realized
Greater is the one
on, I got my locs on
You can't tell I'm high, you can't tell I'm high
I got my locs on 'cause my eyes are burgeny
And when I get home I don't want
of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear
of him
When You are far from the minds of creation
They rather worship idols
Fell into commercialization
De-sensitized by the things we receive
Crave
Puba]
Now I can't stress this enough, life sure is rough
You gotta go through a whole lotta shit
Just for you to get a little bit
Born
(ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (what?)
I send her home (home)
Give me the dome, give me the dome
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
Drunk by
somethin' lookin' good I say dwam
And when I see that ass hop I get geek
Nowadays I'm off up in adult clubs, I cannot shake it
Pretty women I wanna give
bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don't get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I'm sorry
We 40 deep in
You hold the power to make a house a home
Because of you, I wanna right my wrongs (love)
Kiss your mother 'cause we only get one (one
family went away on a weekend ski trip
And they left $100 and a note by the phone
That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home'
No company? I
anchored somehow we get by
Here's to the women who bind the wounds tight
Here's to the ones who sit talking half of the night
Here's to the love
I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp
I pull up clean I get out limp
I walk like pl-pl-player
I talk like bi-bitch get here
Best player on my team when, I
the hill (Hey!)
I don't know if I'll get it back (Hey!)
By hook or crook I will (Hey!)
English Chelsea fan (Hey!)
This is your last game (Hey!)
We're
And when them haters start pressin
Then them bitches start pressurin
Im'a represent yeah with every inch
I got to cus im the president
Some other ladies lost
bottlin', who's cuppin', who's kegging
Who's comin', can't get it
I'm bootlegging
No quitting, no kiddin', I know women
Its no limit, hits the spirits no
display
Home of the brave, ran by the slaves
Stole everybody name so white Jesus on the chain
I feel proud when it hangs
Try to hide from the fame
the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad, they're going to take me to task
But I'll be home by Christmas.
(what?), I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines (ow)
I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped up to first class (Woo)
I'm boss
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