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or a woman
But the feelings we give
Or get
I do
Love it
I do
Love it

We all have a lot
We all have a lot we hide

Worshiping the Goddess or nada
Phillip is

Bear with Me Lord

Ray Scott

My Kind of Music

2005

Bear With Me Lord

Written by Ray Scott & Phillip Moore


Sunday mornin', ten A.M.

My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin' thin

I know where I

the Phillip
More that I step I am aware of all of the niggas that's coming for me
They never cared, left me for dead
You cannot have no friends in the streets

the charts
might go for a drive Sean Boswell in the heart
i feel more alive while i'm popping indicarts
i got show back home one in LA
bouta blow niggas know

I should hear more thanks

I took shots pickle backs   

Carried weight piggy backs

Running up my piggy bank


Rolling round through mud 

Damn

Getting that green, Donatello, they all talk 'til I walk in, then they soft like pillows
We could tag team ya bitch in a twist like Phillips
Punch him in

a sack
I'm finna tell his ass

I can give you three reasons why yo bitch wanna suck my dick (Three reasons)
For one, I move more petrol than a Phillips 66

Put the radio on Zip
She pull her zip, then she do a little ting with her hip
Touch her in quick succession create obsession
Police lock we off

not cuff her I’m out of her league 
Fuck her so good the sex
tape might get leaked
I want a patek got stop by Phillip 


 
I got two bitches they

ain't easy
They don't wanna leave me alone
Killing my kidney, I ain't kidding
Sip it till I can't no more
I gotta fuck the lil hoe woo
I gotta settle

Square head screws got a fresh box

I don’t work with Phillips like wood rot

I’m the foundation like cinder blocks 

If I don’t make the change loop

abnormal so i smoke 24k
Drinking wine abnormal so I drink champagne
Give a fxxk abnormal so am on money dance
Left handle Roger mill, Patek Phillip ha
Right

here to hear the man in mirror, has suicidal ideas
I wish he was dead, pull the trigger Phillip no one cares
I tried he won't die
You're now being

pill flossing in my Phillip
In damn shorty real bad though beat the pussy up like I’m starin in commando
Bazes hit me up had to give him what he asked

I was born like this
Six foot six
Stepped out of the womb with a ready lit spliff
Umbilical cord was dwarfed by my...
List
Of things to do
Silver

Yeah uh
Remember when I used to eat Nothing but bread and butter
And as a youngster
I wanted more
I've got a hunger
Putting in work complaining
Just

bleeding my pain and my rage on the page
Got a bus pass cause my whip got towed
So strapped for cash but
I'm still getting blown
I kid you not plus my
Little

want more than a sip
Got a candy painted whip
In the lot, and, it drip
Can you drop it like it hot
Can you do a little dip
Honestly, as a man
I got two

ever wanted was that bitch
Till I seen her friend
Na I want her friend
Surprise n****
Let's go
I like yo bitch more then I like mine n****
Don't ask why

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

no lookin' Back/The world sleep Bill Cosby wake Em up wit dat 80's crack/

Know the difference give the game What they been missing
3 peat check

This a stickup, give up ya purses
While I sniff cocaine, in the middle of these verses
And what's the worsest, I'm sick in the head
Molly, XTC, I'm

Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya

We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition  Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray