Lyrics:
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick
Like that mommy?
Hi, Daddy, how you doing, this is Tyiest
I was thinking about you last
and Tunde eh
Maybe I go wound eh eh eh
Four years don waka waka waka
We still dey carry go we still dey hustle
Nobody waka nobody go solo nobody
Baba God o e
ceilings
The aims not appealing
If your actions don't deal them
Your wounds not your fault
But it's your job to heal them
I been staring at mine
Totally in
don't you do it again
He traveled round the world in a rock n roll band
He stood there like a child with a guitar in his hand
Everybody danced and sang
sittin' by the fire's cozy glow
He don't care about the cold and the winds that blow
He just says, "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow" (let it snow)
here, but I don't look
Near as often as I should
Yeah, I know I should
His fingerprints are everywhere
I just slow down to stop and stare
Opened my
This for all my niggas in the city
But this shit really for Queens though
Really for Queens though!
Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes
Gettin'
sweet man should pass me by
If I die where'll he be
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why
He treats me
Roy G Bid marking the path for the chosen one
An angel, my grandma, told me before she died
Smart folks don't need to put no cursing in they rhymes
Recorded by: Hank Snow
Written by Tony Austin
[C] The Warden made a comment
That the Governor sure does write a pretty [D] hand
As he [G] handed me
If he'd seen the way they turned his dream around
I've got to go by what he told me, try to tell the truth
And stand your ground
DON'T LET
goes the storm
Why should he worry when he's nice and warm?
His girl by his side and the lights turned low
He just says, let it snow, let it snow
I
when things get hard
It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart
But I've had to let it break a little more
'Cause they say that's what it's for
live his dreams out
While you're sitting in a Civic
With an empty account
If you don't know by now, I'm the realest
Representing F-L-A to the fullest
Paid in blood, and gods love, you belong to me
What you thought to be a myth now your destiny,
Don't believe that what you do, has condemned your
In case you don't know the rest
I'ma tell you anyway
(Jr) ayy, ayy
Tez on his way, money keep pilin'
Multiple sources of income, he buyin'
can love his body and I don't have to speak
Well I stood by his shoulder and I blew on his fave
In his eyes were the pastures of a much greener place
the nail in his coffin
I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only being real when I say
Nobody wants to hear their
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still
we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still
breath of that weed he got rolled in his swisher
Inhale, exhale slow
In hell is where he living ain't got nowhere to go
Still he's driven, by this vision
I done did some dirt on all sides
Took some niggas work
Stepped on it
And I broke it all down
Don’t play wit him
I made it here dawg
By stayin down
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