Lyrics:
It's only been twenty good minutes since I kissed you
Come back boo, I miss you
Wish I had twenty million hours to caress you
And undress you,
about
Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old
chair
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
lived my whole life reckless
Dreaming of another way to reignite the light in me
Honestly, I wish I could've given you the best of me
Break my back
My southside, my get back
My heartbreaks, my karmas
My set backs, my home town
My life time, my sun up
My sundown, my everything
My used to be,
loved by you
Wanted by you
I'll never feel that
I can't peel back your hair and trade secrets
Or keep 'em, or savour weekends
Stay believing there's
units
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be
your eyes open
Infect every body mass destruction
Timeline of lies
Delivered prepped for your assumption
Forget the ghosts of times past twenty twenties
(Hitmaka) Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Yeah I thank God that I made it here
Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast,
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home
told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
So I
I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks
I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep
I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
jumping Like Two fo'
Twenty-three with the money mode Twenty-six goals
And it's check by another check man, you ain't get set man
Ready and I'm about ball,
the moon, so
I don't wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head about
Seventeen, in my bedroom talking
You said that by now
We'd paint the walls
A.B.1.2.
Twenty four and counting
All she wanna do is feel good, yeah
Yeah
[She just wanna feel good]
All she wanna do is feel good
Showin off her
the drive-by
Tears from his mother, watchin’ her son die
Set trippin, somebody slippin’
Bullets zippin’
Dave gone for good, now his moms is flippin’
No need for
by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
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