Lyrics:
Hey, baby, what do I have to do
To make you love me too
You've got to roll with me, Henry
(Alright, baby)
Roll with me, Henry
(Don't mean maybe)
I know what it means to hide your heart
From a long time ago
Oh, darlin'
It keeps you runnin', yeah, it keeps you runnin'
It keeps you runnin',
like you
I can see the stars in the day time
Bitch, I miss you like a deadline
And the girl I’m with is just the girl I’m with
I mean it’s working
mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
It ain't nothin' to me but it's somethin' to you
Count money like it's somethin' to do
Summer
a cab ride
She don’t do the blogs, but if she did, she’d be on mad sites
Ass so mean that I’m always on her bad side
Uh, now she don’t ever stress me
a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg Street*
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
Drought 3
Hear my chains haha
That mean I'm ballin' bitch
If ya didn't know
If you wasn't informed
Or somethin' like that
This is da
Hey, this is the crack house, welcome to the crack house
I mean I'm talkin' more pies than a frat house
This is a problem, this is not music
I hope
together
Hiding far from everything
Oh we knew it was over
When the summer turned to spring
All the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean
Do you ever get the feeling
That we started in the middle?
Or have you ever had the sense
That we've been lying just a little?
I mean come
that's a no no
You know a no no means baby shouldn't touch if baby really loves his mama so much
So if you just can't resist 'em if they're not out of your
now
So save all that bullshit
About the past nigga (That’s right)
Fuck the past, gotta get my cash
Even if it means gettin’ into your ass
Look into
Be doin' later on, though?
Later on, like, what time?
Um, at 'bout 1: 30 or so
Oh, I don't know, that's a little late
A little late? I mean
I don't
do am one more time
My Cinderella girl (tell me, where you dey)
Where you dey? Where you dey?
Where you dey? Where you dey?
Don't know where you
glancin
At me...so
I took my first chance
And I asked you to dance
And we touched the first time with a song flying by
And when the blue of your eyes
Met my
grandma payroll cut, yeah
Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah
Two times slippin' off our feet, our sauce is hella black
When we die
innocent eyes
That they use when they lie about it all
Hollywood girls do whatever they want
Without the knowledge that they're running out of good time
night you look so mean
Staring at your TV Screen
Back when we where seventeen
You turned me around Irene Irene
When the days got colder time went by
and stripes
(Don't mean a thing)
The only freedom worth fighting for is for what you think
Why bother spending time
Reading up on things
Everybody's
Some with revolt, some will obey
Who attains perfection and who's to say
A criminal, a cardinal
Both frightened of angels
It doesn't mean much now
Oh my son, I am sorry about what happened
Many years ago
Me and your mother had trouble all the time
We could not stay together any more
The last
the first time I laid eyes on the face,
Of a newborn child.
I never knew love,
No I mean real love,
I never knew that kind of love,
Till this moment
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