Lyrics:
Swear my heart to cold
I been fucked up by these women I can't love no more
Why you tell me that you love me and just lead me on
When I needed you
Swear my heart to cold
I been fucked up by these women I can't love no more
Why you tell me that you love me and just lead me on
When I needed you
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
My black people show me love when I'm up
thread
Do you see a girl who is married and has no home or life?
She looks like she is dead
And still sex is a worship?
I write with all my might
on and get low, and I never fumble
Make ya throw your hands up when
I bring in the zone
So if it's on, it's on, shit
I'm takin' you home
I got my home dog out,
this service they clapping
Praise a pimp in liturgical fashion
And after worship
We exchange energy with several orgasms
So many ways I can divulge
pills pop bottles, to get me through it.
I don’t care if it kills me, I’ll be cool when life’s concluded,
Escaping through his music, pocket knives
pills pop bottles, to get me through it.
I don’t care if it kills me, I’ll be cool when life’s concluded,
Escaping through his music, pocket knives
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
ho, that's how many women I get
If your girl's naughty she can walk my plank
I need a bottle of rum and a booty to spank
Wish list, it's more like
Worship Him right now it'll be that other Twelve soon
Jesus said you can't work when that night come
Old Testament full of Jesus posing for that Nikon
One O
Worship me bitch, I'm your christ
Try to get it how you living, I'm winning
I'm bagging bitches who told me I'm just a friend
Want to look up and see
the window, my emotions start to show
Cold and alone, I like to kiss her when I get home
And she likes the way poppy makes her move
Yoga with a mini skirt is
back the clock for me
Well my heart's in The Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buckeye
on
When my diamond chain is on, still nothin' set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
too mainstream"
Well, that's what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop
" because I found a hella way to fuse it
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass, dumb bitches
You wanna bring a nigga down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now
You could
overlooked
It's a narrow road to heaven Satan's place overbooked
Until the body get tamed you'll remain overlooked
I'm sorry father I feel shame when i look
In
a king
Got women that'll treat me
I be going hard, got a dime down in DC
Yeah my wifey home
And I'm wrong for what I'm doing yo
I be out creeping, lying
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