Lyrics:
Yeah, mm
I know that we promised no secrets
But, I've been hiding something from you
Hid the box around the house so you wouldn't see it
But, I
lame
I don’t want the change and I just
Want the dollar slashing these niggas call me
Mufasa Talking that shit we
Grab by the collar
I got it you want it
You deserve roses on your bedside table
In a house by a beach in L.A
I'll leave you love notes on the wooden dashboard
Of a red 1950s cabriolet
I understand
And it's okay if you're out late
If that's how I fit in your world
I'm not gonna be that girl
Get on home boy, get on home
By
Baby got all dolled up girl what's the move
I can tell that she a freaky lil bitch with the face tattoos
Hope you ain't made plans for the weekend
in the house say Crystal Whipped
With a quick love smack to the back of the head
I got Crystal Whipped, I got Crystal Whipped
Well the years went by
of ?:
'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
in a single room church on Lake Erie
Samuel T. Falbo bought a house by an orchard
That stretched from the tracks nearly clear to the turnpike
Where his
AM to PM
I got to much good stuff in this house boy you can come live it up
Music is blaring and there ain't no caring cause we just live life
the spot know that Russ got ends
Money make your girl leave you, come back with me and get crack like whoa
First thing she sees when she walks in my house
You know where you find me
Don’t leave me stand by me
Cause we light the night up
Baby we on Fire
I know she’s a lier
My fault is I buy her
All my
yah
Law tryna book us, the music too loud they ain’t shutting us down
House full of balloons, welcome to the party
I been on a high girl and you got me
of perfecting my novel for publication
I became obsessed with dieting and invites to trendy clubs by promoters
Free tables and free champagne
While my girlfriend
loved to be near her
He kept their two tickets, by his bedside they'd stay
They were married on Valentine's day
A girl and two boys made their family
think she liked me
Naah she like my money
Oohoo
[Girl]
He took me down to the beach for the weekend
I made him buy me everything that I wanted
He's
"Much better"
"By the way, I brought you a little gift, it’s a dead chipmunk"
You see, when a dog brings a piece of road kill into the house
And drops it
on the table, let's parlay
With Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foil
Watch that crack pipe boil
With Richard Pryor we burned the house down
We could keep it low key never leave this house
Spend the whole night tangled on this couch
Or you could walk in that party dress and that's a party
Dear Cupid, I'm a concerned customer
Kind of weird my love
Controlled by a baby huh
And some arrows bruh
Why you couldn't shoot my brothers for
Love
Yes sir, SwishaHouse!
DJ Paul and Juicy J productions
Paul Wall, Swishahouse, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia!
It's goin down
[Chorus: x4]
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
enough
She that rare breed broad, that Texas tough
On the weekend we drink
Show up to the party real late
Make a bonfire by the lake
And we shaking this
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town.
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around.
On Main street after midnight, a brand new pack
Who's that girl hanging by her phone
I've think I've met her once or twice but I can't be sure
And she cries as she says baby only if you change your ways
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