Lyrics:
lotion with her (yeah)
Live by the gun, you dyin' by it
Them niggas ain't coachin' niggas (grrah, grrah)
I really got left with noodles (noodles)
Know
Yea that's 87 Cutlass
On them dubs n****
I love weed I love money iIlove guns n****
I love wemon that aint b******
They addictin
They like drugs
it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know)
[Chorus:]
[Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone)]
Why does everybody's story seem to sound the same? (It
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
why mi love see guy die
Is it di reason why mi wear diamond
And sleep pon a bed name divan
And Guns n Roses a my band
Bwoy come a flip like phone, you
back
To where they used to be then I'll probably be in the denim
Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader
You need her
and the sky, lets fall in love
I see you, know you see me too
'Cause you're slowing down
Put some extra pep in my step
N ow, I'm trying to be cool make you turn
blinded by love can't think clearly
With four different lovers and 48 roses
I need a confessional that never closes
So please save some forgiveness for
Well, she used to be an ordinary cowgirl
She could handle her daddy's gun when she was young
And I never believed she'd turn out to be an outlaw
Now
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
These real diamonds n my
Chain I faking nothin
Say nigga fuck you n that
Pistol you ain't takin nothing (yea)
Im out that Chippewa thats right
There by
love it when she suckin'
Even better when I be toppin' that apple and when I go hit that onion
I cuff her then I fuck her on the couch
Stand up, then
in B.I.P.
I used to clip like Rob the barber
It seems she couldn't shape up
Cupcake her, I didn't bother
She's a follower, a hell of a swallower
to slow down the quick come up?
Of a hitman, what wha what what
You can tell by the walk and
By how the chain swing
Got the kinda money most niggas ain't
Love it when he hit and smack too
Baby, lemme lick on your tattoos
That's true that I like PDA
Take it to a seedy place
Suck a little dick in
to get high, so high!"
She'd go out buy a nice rock just to suit her
Then hit the weed spot to be blessed by Buddha
Bum offa Lucy to complete her
by, he lost his job
cnd his self esteem as well
Their little Eden garden
Became synonymous with hell
Where once he used to potter round
To feel
triumph to vanquish avail
The warfare of roses sustained by the truth
Both pleasure and violence are there to be used
It knows not its beauty it tries not
yo ho in my likes though
You love on dat ho, I would never (never)
If she wanna ho, then I let her
I might stretch me a bitch, never press her
All
the sky, sky, sky
Pink Molly, let me dance with her
Freestylin', let me dance with her
Sky-Dweller, it was sentimental
Rose gold, it was cinnamon
eats but me!'
Finally this young thug turned pro
Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes
Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep
He the type
can never forget
By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison
We used to take a trip once a month and go visit
My Grandma and my Granddad,
Your music means everything to you
Bullet bring the gun, why pull it?
Shoot words to see who's full of it
We from the same place, land
song by Guns N' Roses
I dunno
But I give in
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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