Lyrics:
surpised
He doesn't look like much of a lover
Don't judge a book by its cover
He's got the face of an angel
But there's a devil in his eyes
He's such
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always start
Trina and Plies Slip and Slide thing, I'm in here wit the Baddest Bitch.
Ah Trina take care these hoes, cause I got these niggas.
[Chorus: Trina]
My
show up yet?
(Shut up!)
Hey little homie, don't get so upset
(Man)
Tell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a meal
On the real, or
You ain't got no
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
be by your side? (No, no)
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby, when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Aw, it'd get hung up real bad
In a case of jealousy, love can make you mad
Aw, yeah
Now everybody, everybody's got his own thing
Everybody's got
sugar, movin' down the line
I come up hard baby, but that's okay
'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard baby, I've been for real
Gonna
Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy
I have a special message that I would like to leave with you
It's not anything real big, you can stick it
the time could you just come by and hang?
We'll put it all aside and marinate on some things
Deeper, I wanna go deeper
I'm getting tired of the surface
Girl, the only thing that matters in my life
Is that I'm down for you and treat you right
You've got no call to treat me cold as ice
Oh, girl,
movies
They got guns, they got pistols,
But ain't nobody shooting at nothing but they self
Fear is the only thing that people respect
We forget
Thang
It's a black thing, you wouldn't understand
Shaquille O'Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit like Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real D-Boyz
In
by and by,
I wish that I could stay,
I wish that I was lying,
You been real good to me
But it's time that I was gone,
There's things you just
shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got
it's real
By God up above I know how I feel about you
Got a handful of gold and
A pocketful of dreams
And a heart full of love
I know what it means
you're by me, girl (by me, girl)
Jump all around me, girl, yeah, ayy (yeah)
Do your thing 'cause you got it, girl
Think with your body, girl (your body,
with curtains, without tint
Niggas still ain't seein' me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all
All through the summers, into January
I've been visiting morgues and monasteries
Looking for the necessary body parts
Limbs and livers and brains
a sharpened knife
Gimme the real thing
Give me the life
Gimme a fresh start,
Like a new born child
Gimme the real thing
I have no friends
I'm always by
Love
So many things I've got to tell you
But I'm afraid I don't know how
'Cause there's a possibility
that you'll look at me differently
Love
talk to you for a second?
There's some things I've been meanin' to tell you
Some things that have been on my mind
Listen to me baby (let's go)
name
This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
'Cause right now, I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I've got problems, now everybody on my
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