Lyrics:
It's either live or die, boy
It's either live or die
Are you gonna be my lover?
Are we gonna be true love's suicide?
(Suicide, suicide) it's either
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off
Barman said, You boys have
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
Lately I've been working overtime just to occupy my mind
I realized
That by the time
That I get out
I will have lost my mind
Get back in bed
To start
a trap star
I'm a G boy, I asked my homey can I hit that
D-boy, sell a hundred bricks like a big sack
Trap star, one thousand pounds of the stank
boy I need you to myself
You know that I got someone else, but baby boy I need you by my side right now
Baby boy I need you by my side
Me and you dey
let them talk when
My goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You 'gon make them boys dump
You 'gon make them boys slump
(Chump I
emekwalu gi referendum
Okwa ibu star boy
eze nnunu my man
Biko Hapu nwa zeelu ndu gi
I inuro
Okwa asim gi jukwa ese that girl ijuro
Okwu puta ichoba Apete
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
of the game
For I am defiant
Smooth criminal
I take the game by surprise
Scared for what's next
Can you cover your eyes
I'm a black man
In a white boy's
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a n***a drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when it's really
faker boy
Yeh
I don't wanna get on with shit
It always messes me
Makes me wanna commit
Wanna get by
But all my thoughts full of die
I wanna get high in
boy, you stay o
n my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I
way
With me if I stay
Boy
I wanna know if you'll be my
Come on let me know
You gone be my baby
Come on let me know
You gone by my
Come on let me
on the big ship
And time sails by.
You make up
And I believe milady's lie.
The skinheads call it strawberries and cream
Sometimes I scream.
Boy
for a ride
Cause I'm obsessed with you
I'm flexing you you're honestly my treasure boo
I'm blessed by you impressed by you
Don't wanna let me lessen you
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
Michaelson.
I once heard a noise, In the night the most sentuaint voice,
The song of love from an angelic boy, stuck in my head,
And this is what he said
'89 is my time, yo, '90 is my year
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on, come on, I
Play that funky
Mess with the boy end up in shit
I told them I don’t need my fist
I have my ways
You go relate
By the time way I make man to maintain
Wetin Dey sup
Now if you ask me where I'm from, I'ma tell you I'm from South Carolina, boy
Now who get turnt up as crunk as them South Carolina boys you better be
be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
But I be wit my niggas, I don't need no help
Tote it by myself, we
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