Lyrics:
should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Cause she
Even if it means i gotta total it
Swervin from lane to lane
A cadillac just ain't the same
If you don't know what i mean and ya sittin
Come on, get in,
blonde to the brown (blonde to the brown)
I put on Rick Owens look at me now
I'm finna drown
Don't let me down (don't let me down)
If I go down would you
Swinging on the swings we little
Take me to another level
Blow me in the breeze to the meadows
By the sea playing instrumentals
We won't die won't never let
enough yeah
Oh no I been on a road
Early flight got another show
Couple hoes they'll never know
Turn out my pockets
Better let them know yeah
I don't know
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night,
results with you often times
Breathe
[Tech N9ne]
Never let a hatin motherfucker see you sweat
Bleed the chest
Don't need regret
I fund
A caper
I think you should know
No, I never, I never put trust in no hoe
Lil barbie bitch wearing my coat
She a stepper, I let her get high nose goes
She
Intro:
Verse 1:
Speak up, tell her, don't force a thing
Let her know, love should freely sing
Don't push, don't pull, let it flow
In time, the true
walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know
pushing me
Yo yo yo! ok, let's go
After a lekker zef show there by tings n times
This hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"
I said,
strike a pose
I cut the beef off by the pound, bro wipe his nose
Hop on the interstate nigga, go snag a load
Triple that revenue nigga, just so you know
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like you know it's on tonight
Cause
Chest hairs
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no hoe, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son
of our propriety.
How ever could we ever let her fall like this?
So gentle and so young
Whatever do we really care about
Heaven knows, I'm sure I
yea, yea)
Your bitch give me brain I give her the dental (Let's go!)
Think she mine, but this hoe just a rental (Uh-huh)
Copy my flow, instrumental
Said
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
How do you like it?
Just me and you in a room livin' out our excitement
On 'til the sun break it up, girl, let's keep us delighted
Me a buck precent
that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
[Cube]
Now which one
that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
[Cube]
Now which one
roll that
Miss mobstress rollin' with the hardest
Holdin' it down like a female Joe Pesci
And I want to make her a made woman
And I hope she gon' let
Yeah she said she wanna fuck with the clique
But I don't give a fuck
And yeah I got a choppa with a dick, it got a fuckin drum
This SRT, gon' let it
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