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Sweet with the rock when I get in the game
She throw it over here i'ma lay that
I got a new one her last was a lame
Catching baby signs, like
down, slow it down
The rain's the best when we
I'm ridin' solo, baby, one deep in the whip (whip)
With a big fat swisher sweet up on my lip (lip)
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
standing by
I'll be standing by
Come to me, when you're lonely
You need someone to love, let it be me
The way you love me and hold me
Made me realize
vaccinate!
My father frankly spoke
My nephew sweet as pecan pie
Looked Karen sweetly in the eye
Said Auntie Karen it'll be alright
You've got a friend in
a barbecue shack
Oh, it's on the jukebox
You know I like it like that (yeah)
Soul days
Dancing with my baby
Swaying to the sweet soul days
And when
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
The rain's the best when we
I'm ridin' solo baby one deep in the whip (whip)
With a big fat swisher sweet up on my lip (lip)
I'm on them backstreets, for
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
grip
Small dick he bluffing he act like a bitch
He be Sending them dick pic to my buddies
He's gay like James Charles wants him badly
One iron fist
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
they style,
like they got it so sweet,
it ain't about what ya earn,
it's about what you keep,
man passes by,
in an aimless stroll,
barefoot in
and a Queen
Cuz I'm putting my shit on the table
Uuugh
On my James Bond ish
Ain't never losing that shit, nah
I'm still on it
All about making a grip, y'all
shit on the table
Uuugh
On my James Bond ish
Ain't never losing that shit, nah
I'm still on it
All about making a grip, y'all
All can't talk it
Fake it
I tell them I'm busy, we don't talk much anymore
This city's alive
I'm biking down backstreets, just taking my time
The roads wind on like an endless
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
just steady, just doing my own thang)
I just do it (ha!)
I just do it you know
My momma said to do what you know
So I'ma do what I know
James Brown
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
just steady, just doing my own thang)
I just do it (ha!)
I just do it you know
My momma said to do what you know
So I'ma do what I know
James Brown
and it get violent
Yeahh this one for my brothers in a can ohhh
I'll be stepping by myself no place I can't go
Shout out to the north where my heart
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