Lyrics:
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
at the wings now
Itll probably be some time
Before i come down
Mid air leave a violent smile
With heavy thoughts
Im balanced out
Like wet dreams in a drought
I
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
cost here (Feel it in The Air)
Could never forfeit I be up until the mornings (Feel it in The Air)
I am not the one that's giving hand out
All they want
niggas won't even kiss ya
Fuck the niggas we gon' air 'em out
Supply 350's till I wear 'em out
Supply 350's these pairing out
Niggas tuck they chains
cash in the air
She gone bring the dog out a nigga
Throw a stack at her face yeah I'm a savage nigga
If it wasn't for the pussy wouldnt have a nigga
Megg
called the cops then they panicked
Ran up out my crib all manic, kept the kush, dropped the bag
Seconds later it hit me, had only minutes to stash
Had
Cause you like to make sounds
Never make it to the bed
We barely make it to the couch
When I want it she supply it
I’m wearin' that pussy out
His and her
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
God, I love me, I love y'all
I love peace
From a city where the semi bullets fly
And if you make it out alive
It's a war you can't unsee
Never thought
and forth, ping-pong
Going crazy all night long
All night long and all night long and
Play me like a DVD
Kick me out of my limousine
Jokes on you, ‘cause I
Shit is absurd ´cause one Day they're giving you love And the next day they put Your heart on a shirt
(They kill it)
Written by: Mbee
(oh)
And love you just a little more? (oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mail room
smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
(oh)
And love you just a little more? (oh yeah)
I kinda hope we get stuck
Nobody gets out alive
She said I'll show ya how to fax in the mail room
the NASCAR seats
Jaguar with the all black feets
TO6 spillin' Act on me
Hit the mall, I ran out of shit to buy
Ball, got a lot of shit that I supply
[?]
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street whats happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik
If
to lead you
It's like fire and water every time
Burned out the flame but
Smoke hits our eyes
I can't see for air with
Love that's hard to find
Love is hard
by myself. Don't need no one else. For way too long, I cried out for help
And they made me feel worthless, so fuck it, it's fuck em
Got a girlfriend,
taste the fresh air, ride on some jet skis, touching on my body tryna caress me, my life a movie you can sell it on a dvd
I ain't acting tho, she know
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
show love
So my dick you ain't gotta ride it
Imma real king I strive to be
Cut you off if you lie to me
No thug nigga
No drug dealer
So humbly I supply
all nice, but they don't make sense,
I've never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands
it's all good, got nothing but love for fans.
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