Lyrics:
(Run away with me YEROC)
We some creeps
We the thugs in the night
Me and MVKO both got beams
Aimed steady at your eyes
I remember DVD’s
Man time is
late night dollar micky d's
Listening to Nujabes and anime op's
Walk the town, house to house with my usb
Grabbing subs of Naruto on burnt DVD's
with me and you
We got all night
To get to know each other better
And try moving on together
Baby come over, come on
If you need a shoulder, it's
cha gegujun cha
Jun cha cha gegujun cha
Come sit by me, let me tell you, we
Don't do bling but we do white tee
Up some jungle, up some tree
One
about it when it comes to brew
I got tatts but thought sleeves were excessive
For fuckboys that dumb girls were easily impressed with
No ego never talk
a problem with you, you the blame you know
Send a message and then this niggas brains explode
So if you see a nigga holla at me passin' by
Show up
as the bad guy when I do something that’s best for me
But never have a conversation or come meet with me
But actually bro I’m chilling leisurely
I dont care
time
Said i don’t fall in love Okay maybe ill try
Said no body else home told me I should come by
Now im back on the road doing 80 in miles
And you
get some to eat
Told her get up on her knees till she get ashy
Working this past week while I'm taking up beans
My activities come with me and fiends
back to the streets
Pathethic
You know you look better with me
Aesthetic
Tell that girl ain't no beef
Just dead it
Ima fuck you better
Than your favorite
like Amerie
Yeah them bad bitches and real niggas
Them the ones that came with me
Yeah them other hoes is tacky
I don't even let security pat me
Out
Waaaaahhh
Waiting all day me to come home
But I be flying round like Dumbo
I'ma have to break her heart. Oh no
She gon tell her friends I ain't shit I'ma ho
hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man
Shit that's her"
She roll with them G Unit niggas
That's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take
Close curtains
While the earth turned to a circus
But the powers I've been cursed with
Got me thinkin' there's a purpose
I could
Purchase sprite
Mix
me spittin' these hot flames with Big Poppa
And I still represent the Bricks
Just like dirt, like when they used to flood the bricks with bricks
From
Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause
haal die drip uit de stores
Tryna pull up in a foreign
Geef me een rack en ik pull up
Broke boy run a checkup
Die niggas hating on the come up
Finna
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
trippin'
I done rolled with the best and
Acted bad in the worst
Dick is a commodity bitch
The purse come first
They say they with animals
My mouth is
Watch what ya say to me
Shit is jam packed, No Vacancy
Snuck in a .38
Won't fuck the place
Til I say one thing
To this Amerie
Slipping won't get
Like clothes on the line I'm three sheets to the wind
But stay tighter than the strings on a violin
Me I'm as dirty as they come but still spic
but never knew me
Accounted for these faggot rappers
I guess thats what they drew me
I ain't fuck with groupies
Oops I may not do three
On a special
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
Discuss these come with me dvd by amerie Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In