Lyrics:
m-g-for this bitch Trashley
Shaking my ass bitch lick my titties
Your man wish you look like me
I'm stunting I'm stunning I'm cunning
Keep Running, I'm
I'm talkin' about Houston, Texas by the way of L.A. California
We call this young man, The Master of The Telecaster,
The Razor Wavin' Man, because he
is power, it’s power through the tongue
You know I had your back rather why or wrong
Praying every night by the morning I’m strong
1:12
Asking for
Father Time
(Ah-huh)
(Ah)
Father Time
Time
I know I will be great how you got it line up
Open up the eye
I
We control the mind they could never
a good night.
Dumb mind but she give good brain.
Argue with me. It'll be a good fight.
Pick your poison wise.
I drink to it. I'll twist to it.
I'll make
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain,
But it came back return to sender
I read your mind and tried to call,
My tears could fill the Albert
up by my uncle
That's how the cookie crumble, hard to see her shedding tears
Told her like the housing market you gon see some better years
I was
Quite a bit below, Quite a bit above
No in between, Just extremes like love
Never been good to look at what was
Knowing I should mistook by lack
of loud all my bruddas are shotters
No pigs in my farm gotta watch out for coppers
She said Mello man I'm loving your style
Get her wet and then she's
bout me
Talkin' bout us
Talkin' bout we
Talk about lust
Talk about pre-cumming in sex
Cover your eyes
Run for your life
I saw a penis and vagina
But I'm
you argue with your bitch she flee to us
Up in flames yeah there's always warren peace with us
You sadder than most of these bitches that come through,
still
I know them days be on your mind still
Out late I'm on my grind still
You my addiction I feel (I feel)
Like i need you in my life
Think bout making
of mind
Please read between the lines, or here these thoughts of mine
When you come close, wait where you going?
You withdraw again but fiending for your
snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
Migos
Ay, ay, ay, nigga
Look at this nigga right here, man
Roll the window down, roll the window down
Bap-bap-bap, yeah
I made sure I hit his
cumming hectic two nuts at a time, it really didn't mater, 'cause man, this bitch was fine. She was slippin' off the seat so I caught her, The girl had
moves
Chasing paper no option (Shit I got to)
Switched it up went from a civic to a drop top coupe
I can't pick up your girl, but I pick the Benz with
feed dolphins
My defense'll fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune, robbin' leech out a sweet auction
Teach then fall off
your mind
You're psycho in the head or Albert Einstein
Yeah
It is my time to shine
Own the night
Not afraid to fly
I'm a cry
If I don't see death tonight
no valentine nigga
Swear to hell, Albert Einstein nigga
21 primetime nigga, baby don't lie to me
Girl you weren't loyal to me
Your girls, they told
will open mind states
And you can be great my man no question
Never put yourself down your no less than
Any man be it wealth, social status
Profession
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