Lyrics:
caught in this
The third verse
Will let you know
Just sit back and peep
The chorus
And it goes
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by
And that's just TipToe papi
I walk off in the room &
Can't nobody stop me...Salute
Left cheek right cheek
Put your hands on the pole
Drop that ass
to reach my peak before
I meet eternal sleep and uh
Niggas is weak they be
Praying for my downfall hate to see me up
Want me in the dirt just like
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry,
I'm that nigga
Jack Tripper, Jack Jack Tripper
Keep 2 bad bitches you know that I'm that nigga
This one bitch call me her baby boy she like my
I ain't getting none of that no I can't ever get to sleep
Keep your distance or you might turn me into a different me
Yea - fuck your energy - fuck
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I
him
And I'm clutching my glock just incase he get closer
Your mans in his casket, his arms getting folded
We did him so dirty the funeral closed it
I do
at night
I can't get no sleep at night
I can't get no sleep at night
(Yeah)
Stay the night and lay by me (By me)
Without you around i feel tiny (Tiny)
She
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's
Your soft sweet little girl's tongue
Ah, Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry, baby
'm too lazy to sleep
Catch me juggin in the streets or I'm lacing the beats Ooh
Skeet skeet fake love you can keep
Cheat sheet hear your girl is a geek
a dreamer
And life is but a dream
And I would never leave her
But I bet she can't wait to get rid of me
And I be all night, no sleep, real talk go hard until
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
here in your closet
Unbuttonin' all your clothes
I sleep in your bed tonight
But I never find you home
You're givin' me crooked answers
I'm crackin' your
Unreal to a close eye
Can’t feel but you heard that I’m close by
It’s more vivid the image invented in my mind
I look around and rarely I see a fake
filled with a deep sense of dread
Bertie: "How on Earth", I hear cries
"Does one give exercise
To a thing that's embedded in your head?"
What we need is
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
on the block
I got bars like we in Vegas
Malt life
So I'm probably wit Vegas
Talk like I was raised by miss davis
Or should I say Greene
Cuz dat was her
alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard I broke
They think that I can I told God all my plans
They wana know 'bout my life
They wana know how I made it this far
I made it this far by believing in God
don't need your approval, If I want to speak
Watch the blood rush through your head, once I hang you up by your feet
You can be fresh meat for my
However the streets care to define it
I don't know
I'm in my office
I'm on my boss shit
I can't call it
What you offering
And what the cost is
I'm all on it
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