Lyrics:
need me
I'll come running to you
'Cause I don't need a reason
To love you for all seasons
Winter, spring, summer, fall
(Winter, spring, summer, fall)
the game girl I gat harmony
I gat melody harmony melody
All these things I go give it to you baby
Break it down for me
Break it down for me
Girl you know
mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want
[Master P:] Yo Ann, wuz up?
[Ann:] Wuz up?
[Master P:] Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come,
is crisp
I made all of them skits
And they say girl you funny as shit
I reply i funny how
Tell me how am i clown
Seriously do i amuse you?
Joe
Baby girl, she's cute, she's fine, she's sexy, she's mine
Good heart, real smart, got her head on right
Baby girl, all good from the hood
Stay
talking about what you got, huh
Went out and bought for you
How much money I make
And what school our children go to
And all the fancy clothes and big
Well, I rolled into town
With the rag-top down
I was looking for that homecoming queen
That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read
Welcome back, class
I been talkin
Not for no reason
I been dreamin
I'm believing
Getting money
For some seasons
For some seasons I'm seeing reasons to stress
When all I
sequence
Lying girl?
You think that I'm lying girl?
You think I'd be doing this for no reason
Turn the fuck up every night of the season
You think that I'm
Putting up those twinkly lights
Movies they're in black and white
And I love the season and the reason for it all, it all
Bundled in the cold
Playing in
me while you could why you still- hella slow
Why these girls asking for Chanel you ain't lit tho
Tryna flex in the mall doing tik toks and hitting that
all the girls that get down for hers
I gotta get up wit her if she gon' let me
Career woman with some goals, fuck the broke-ass hoes
Baby girl cause
I'll be your man hold your hand any season,
I can be there for you, for you,
Cherish every little thing about you, bout you,
All you gotta do is let me,
We All Love Christmas -by Tom Baptist (ASCAP)
Publisher Joe’s Boy Music (ASCAP)
We all , we all we all love Christmas
We all , we all we all love
What im gone do
Step
Wherever i choose
That's word to my jewels
All of my goons rep
She sending nudes
While you in her views
She by pool wet
Fuck up
flow
My credit score so low (Ray-Ban's)
I'm a stableboy yo
Thank you, thank you
Alright, we're gonna slow it down for all you country folk out there
come at all and not be ready
That's what separates me from the petty
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much Getty
And get torn the fuck up like
the season
I'm all about you
2am nights waiting for you
Your look got me faded
No need to trade it
Got you on my mind
Yeah those pretty brown eyes
country round here tonight
For all them boys in the fields making dollar bills
Stacking that hay up high
All them girls in the sand working on their
search the whole planet, looking for what, try to conquer all
So what? To all my niggaz with they kids that love they kids, man
All the daddies out
Joe crawl back, for real
Nowadays they all the same
Enhanced body parts, smaller brains
They don't get a hi in fact
Mums the word, baby girl, it's
Your Mother's got bags of good advice
The don'ts exceed the do's
But she's not you
All it takes is a little nerve
As I close in for the kill
speak about pain but keep Christ at the center
When writing my letters, with rhymes that are clever
HOOK- Scratches by DJ cverage Joe “When I write my
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