Lyrics:
glide
How the hell you switch up on me
Just because of a bitch
You tell me lies when I looked you in your eyes
You tell me lies I was looking in
couldn't come up. Take my hammer, Paulie Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
They'll all know your John Henry's woman but
Father God, Where do I go?)
Nanso yei nyinaa ekyi no, If you are alive there is hope
(In all these things)
Me second chance ye dea eye w’adom ooo
(By your
your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix
I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos,
trucks, big whips, Whip up
Black see for you only got my back, shut your lips up!
Do it, turn it up, wow!, we gon' burn it up
Take another pull and pass
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little
Don't get your ladies snatched
Comin out that baby gat
Fuckin with a crazy cat
I know you want to lay me flat
Shit, plenty niggas want to pay me
Then i remember
The shit that u did to me way back
Back in December
Energy given feels more like a waste
Still by ur side I'm gonna stay
You're my twin
Ayy come on JoJo
'Pac, hahaha
Yeah, that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
Yeah
You know what time it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, put your
anything, you hire me to
Now ain't you somethin'
So high and mighty wif your muscles
Just go ahead, boy and pick up that hammer
Pick up the hammer
He said,
tie shit
Let me show you a few things, a few things
A few things little baby, cause
I be on my Stupid White shit, White shit
(check it)
I be on my
[Intro]
Turn on the faucet...mm-hmm
Uh-huh (x5)
You and you throw your hands up
If you in the back come on, throw your hands up
If you in the front,
now I'm covered in your makeup
Said our last goodbye but I hope I see you later
T-Told me get my weight up, p-pussy I got paid up
H-Hanging out
lesson plans
But sit me down asking, "Do you get the message Sam?"
This is your life you need school to get right
Nah, "Music is my sun and you blockin' my
your brain
You can pick which ones that you wanna say
I see some now but I'ma leave them there
Them words are not for me so they get aired
See
countin' this shit all day
Ayy, ayy, hold your Glocks in the air
Shoot a nigga if he stare
Nigga can't tell me shit, he wasn't there
Yeah, I'ma shoot for
couldn't come up. Take my hammer, Paulie Ann and go to that railroad
Swing that hammer like you seen me do it
They'll all know your John Henry's woman but
but you can't
Cause she lookin' for the cash
And she come real fast
Call her ass quick fast
Double cup for the lay up
Your bitch gotta pay up
Grabbed
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
me but twin 49 rapper
It's more to mine rapper
Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
Lay
All the Time - Written by D.Haywood, Z.Thompson. Produced by Benjamin Timmons-Connor
No need for introductions
I think we’re on to something
So pack
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