Lyrics:
favorite liquor
Always gotta swisha... right by her bed
I smoke that while she givin me head
This bitch is lyin bout her crib
She know she can't afford it
stars living in the back
You and I, I guess that we don't think too much on that
We just talk out by the fire and every once in a while I'll light
Good evening parents
Tonight I'm gonna take you on a tour
Where the bad little kiddies go
By any means necessary
Some things that you quite won't
Good evening parents
Tonight I'm gonna take you on a tour
Where the bad little kiddies go
By any means necessary
Some things that you quite won't
nothing you're doing
Sure takes a long time
[Chorus]
Nobody jumps
With no place to fall
Nobody runs
Before they can crawl
When you walk out that
maybe you can answer this strange question
for me there young fella
if he was raised by chickens, then why does he eta chickens?
Come with me
a slow is?)
Got my foot on gas
Can't look back, road is callin'
(Road is callin')
Back when I ain't have cash
She ain't even look, now she notice
life in a tramp's vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
The flower man sits down in the street
Surrounded by stock, he
in a tramp's vest
There's more life, more life, more life in a tramp's vest
The flower man sits down in the street
Surrounded by stock, he bought it
[Intro/Chorus]
Yo, turn the club 'to a jungle gym
Matter fact girl get all under him
If you know any freaks act like one of them
Get crunk again,
been your head
Now what if that there victim was me?
Gettin robbed by these niggas that we
used to be
Id be muthafuckin dead!
Chorus
Verse 2:
You know
you know how i go
alive on arrival baby
show me your Hiero thong
and they playing my song
the crowds maniacle
check 1-2
turn up my monitor so
i can
I'll make sure that she's mine
And maybe the next guy
That don't wear a silk tie
He can walk by and say "Hi"
Say, "Hi"
Instead of why
Instead
It's gotta stop sometime
I'll make sure that she's mine
And maybe the next guy
That don't wear a silk tie
He can walk by and say "Hi"
Say,
rolling shotgun I had to get my own shit!
And they respect me now, I'm Tha Boss of the town
Slim Thug getting love when he floss around
And I can be found
to tell the people everywhere
Got to pass it on, before all hope is gone
Let the man go by, he didn't care
Open up your mind
Get on the line for love
make that other cheek mine
And maybe the next guy
That don't wear a silk tie
And he can walk by and say hi
Say hi, instead of why
Instead of why
gone hold it down for mine
I can show you better than tryin' to tell ya 'bout it
See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county
Where these niggas
three star, drawers say P.R
You know whose these are, girl, what's up?
I'm in Hollywood, walkin' with a dip
So your ex get cropped if he ever in
back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I fuck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it
know that I am forgiven
It's all because of what he's done for me
By his love I've been set free
Lord, you give it to me
It is wider than the widest
The criminal and crime
He is stealing and concealing
I'm not crying
But I'm dying
And i can't help but feel
I'm running out of time
A problem
I was packed by the morning
And moving away
All right
It's time to leave (And go away)
I'll sell my things (You took from me)
Away so far (And live
the beat was made by SNOW
And I keep my money piling
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Man, I don't know what to call it
My boy SNOW he got that bass dope
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