Lyrics:
Ayo turn me up a lil bit
Ight bet
Yeah, yeah, wo-ooah
Ayy Ryder how you do that shit
Luh flex on the track yeah yeah
She left me to die
Die die by
you're free
But don't think that you can fool me
Your coffer full and my pocket empty
Always deaf to the songs of my choir
To oppression you resort
So you
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
and he don't go to gym
Waiting for trial they really put my brother in the bin, crazy
Council flats hide & seek I'm playing by the bins
South London two
Like a nigga you never knew
You done met my moms
And my grandma too
That's how you know
I trusted you
But I was a fool
You call me your brother
But just
me dey go crazy
(Eh, eh, eh...)
I call you my Hosanna
Papa this your love, dey make me dey go crazy
I dey go crazy for you oh
Chukwuoma mo
Daddy this
You can change the rules
But understand, I ain’t a fool
We’ve been going through changes, changes
You can change the rules
But understand, I ain’t
with these fools
Just watching the hours tick by
Henry will you shut up!
a cleanse
Always hold a grudge I ain't tryna make amends
Keep your fake love watch me scope through this lens
Glock a porn star if you pussy than you dying
Away from you
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep it rolling
On his shoulder like a California
Instead I give you this and leave more on your mind (on your mind)
Me and Busta Bus be making crazy doe (crazy doe)
So you know that we be killing it for
gotta squad that'll ride, that'll kill for me
But I argue and fight with my own mother
And now a days you can't even trust your own brother
So make sure
Because if one fool slipped, that means your brother's probably getting light
You see, killing ain't no misdemeanor
I seen a lot of young brothers get
shitted on me when I'm on my way up
My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
If I was you, I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like
What you want
What you really, really want
Alright, let me tell y'all something, man. I've been rapping since like 7th grade
What you want? what you
Good Times
On this Sunday evening
Where the old band still plays
Where crazy fools like me
Remember yesterday
It took me back till then
When
hands.
Whispers of a stranger.
Made a fool of me in the end.
So fast.
Years of sticking with you.
Gone with just a drop of a match.
Another ghost.
Another
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
Cartier buss imma send one to heaven
Crying all night cuz my calls ain't connecting
You called me ya brother I'll never forget it
Now I lay my head Down
you was a mistake
It's plain to see you played your game
I know I still get lonely too
Crazy thought I was meant for you
Guess I played the fool
'Cause
Yung Purp$ be the mu'fucking name ya heard?
Oh you wanna be my lady better pay me first
Listen baby you complaining you can take a turn
Smoke
like you tryna find me baby
Come find me
I love it when you drive me crazy
One lick two lick three lick four
Got my tongue going crazy
And you begging
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
see
You betta just stop messing with me
Day by day
I ask myself is there something wrong with me
Because I'm there for you
I gave you everything, but
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