Lyrics:
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
I'm high now
Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now, now
When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
Accumulated 10 times over
home
By time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so
fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
with deadlines
Shame on the Devil
I'm touched by an angel
The Lord made me special (made me special)
I've prayed for days like this
(Thank God)
At five oclock she knows Ill soon be home.
She don't worry bout me runnin' 'round,
'Cause all of my good times are wating right there for me
seen, popped pills, I felt depressed
I love my bitch so much, set up her ex, she felt upset
I'm obsessed with gettin' my people rich, ask Lil' Mike
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
appreciate your feelings
And I don't want to pass you by
But I don't ask you 'bout your business
Don't ask me about mine, yeah
Well, it's true I love
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
a lil nigga, but I'm a big tipper
'Cause it ain't nothin' to me, but you gotta work for it
Grind, grindin' on that wood, you got a surfboard
I got
days and me and my latest girl agreed
To go our separate ways, so I'm single
Thinkin' 'bout what we had and missin' you
But I ain't Santa, I got
I wish you had Google
can't really tell you in this letter but it's a lot to know bout Boosie (I'm the truth, Pac)
Police shootin' us down on TV,
wallie
Oochie zang zang
Bad lil bitch An she bout it
Perfect lil mama look at her body
Bumping master p bout it bout it
Take off on a bitch im a rocket
She
bought the goon from Russia (Coupe from Italy though)
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
I got on two of them Rollies
That mean I'm goin' to Boosie
of town
Just to ride by, see me hustlin' (muah, uh-uhh)
My lil' cuz say she see me juggin'
Either that, then she see me strugglin'
In the hood, you only
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
Left over from a time in days gone by
Don't mind me if I'm a little melancholy
Thinkin' of someone that I love so
Don't mind me if I'm a little
trust)
Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah
Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah
Just me
could
Be my time, 'bout you?
Would you hit me?
Would you hit me?
Oh oh oh
Oh whoa whoa, oh
All the bills go by, and
Initiatives are taken up
By
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
Had 2 solids just like me
She was only 15, body like she 23
Was it love at first sight?
It sure felt like it that to me
First time we sexed, Boosie
They say our affair is not just a passing phase
And they whisper 'bout the flowers
You keep sending me by the dozen
And they wonder 'bout the hours
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