Lyrics:
drops the tears fall
Now I'm surrounded by all this thunder I feel like Chris Paul
Rapper from Alabama who views himself as a lyricist
Niggas saying this
I'm in the trenches every day, I got WanWan with me
I hit an opp in his face and make him donate his kidney
My nigga selling Bobby Brown and you know I
the pines
With guns like the military
Everyone of them mine where you from
Where I'm from, my home sweet home
Them 32 acres every inch I own where we from
eyes girl I could see you drained
If I was your man
Baby you'd
Never worry 'bout
What I do
I'd be comin' home
Back to you
Every night I'm doin' you right
Yo, whattup baby girl, fuck is the deal?
Nah you know I'm sayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know
girls
Yeah, yeah, doo doo doo doo
Now when I make that girl all mine
I'm gonna stand by her once I get inside of
Her barbed wire, once I get inside
I bet
(Life on my own)
I just wanna call you when I'm on my ride home (I'm on my ride home)
Let you know I'm comin' I'll be there in 5 oh (I'll be there in 5
goin' back
Used to define my success by the cash
He crossed it up like his last name was Nash
Sicker than Wuhan I take off the mask
No Ricky Bobby, you
They say I'm lyrical not talkin lemonade,
Bitches get famous by hittin the renegade,
Im blowing up like a mufuckin hand grenade,
I got more paper
us a lesson that we need to learn
Or He's tryna warn us of He's comin' back to, um, see us and take us home and redo the world
He's comin' back to,
I'm not that type of girl
I'm not that type of girl
I'm not that type of girl
What do you think I am
Some kind of one night stand
Big bam,
Somebody comin' right now
Lost boys never find home
Couldn't tell you places I've gone
Every night a different fuckin' time zone
She don't believe in
I be cuttin' ya girl while you be goin' to work bruh
When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't"
But she said, "I'm only
of ya scream the time that I rip ya throat
Comin' like one of them crazy niggas down Center Street
I left the game now I'm chillin' with Master P
The O
on the screen
Comin' straight home to me
'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)
Karma is a god (damn)
Karma is the breeze in my hair
sleepy
This yella ho she tryna rape me err time she see me
Her cousin chocolate and her home girl Puerto Rican
I'm seein thunder claps bitch i'm bout
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
baby
cnd ya home girl couch sunk in cause that boss bitch lazy
While you waiting on dem 40 and a mule better wake yo ass up and go to school learn
hard to pick like the draft combine
Girl, is you down to ride for me cause you dumb fine
I'm on your body and I plan to make myself a home in your mind
But she wanted Bobby flay
Damn I got a problem I still miss that hoe today Bruh What the fuck is wrong with me
So to whom it may concern
I'm confused
Say I’m the shit? Guess it depends
Big booty baby and big body Benz
My girl so bad, can tell by her stance
My girl so foreign, she love when I dance
'cause my mother said be home by dizzark.
But before I go I'm gonna flow for you in time, see.
So listen to the rhyme, G.
The East Coast Family, Boyz
the pizzark
I got a break 'cause my mother said be home by dizzark
But before I go I'm gonna flow for you in time see
So listen to the rhyme G
The East
and girl it's all yours just as soon as you leave,
the sooner we leave it's cooler for me,
I got reservations for 2 by the beach, new matching boots,
Imma do
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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