Lyrics:
her
Somebody that can cook like her
Sex is off the hook like her
On everything I need a girl like her
She's gotta have her head on straight
My escape
motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days,
helair?
Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare
Ridin' round the town and you know
I'm safe and sound cause
For me being in the hood
Is safer than
my spine and I?m feeling fine..I was feeling fine the time is mine??????..
Spendin time to time getting my beer and all the gulls wing inside my head
making a beat
Girls in the house getting naked for me
What I'm tryna say is basically
Never get a joke man mistaken for me
Corn on the curb if a man
It's too late for me
Gotta leave this shit alone
Everything's in the air but I'm really feeling thrown
Now my house, now my house, now my house is not
ideology
What am I doing
Million dollar fuckin question
What am I pursuing
But by this time this life is over
Hope to have an answer
I'm starting something
Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is
Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is
when you look fly
I take a shot of Henny from the flask in my pocket
Tonight I am feeling
Fly as a rocket cuz it's
Prom night, all night
Everything is
everything to me times two
Why can't you just tell the truth
If somebody's there then tell me who
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
don't joke, mayn
Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out
Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out
Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step
are so scary but is never in my reason
Am the nigga with no faking so you gotta stop offending
Yeah Yeah
On God, I put everything on God
On God, I put
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
on
And everything hurts me
Ooh ooh
And you leave me
Like it's easy
But it's not easy
For me
(Produced by Tim Phelan)
Drums- Tim Phelan
Guitar- Brendan
anything but my dreams
And doin' right by you
And you set my example
Let me build my house
Let me build my house
Let me build my house
Then step my foot
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
and artist
But like I said this is just the start cause
The pen my sword and mine is the sharpest
So I'll spit until my voice is hoarse and becomes
a bluff
I know you filled up my cup, but it's not enough
Girl, I'll meet you halfway you ain't gotta rush
I'm on my way, destination is in them guts
(Wait
I could be your everything
U kno what i mean
Everything is not what it seems
Guess u gotta see to believe
My heart turns
Life changes without skippin
saying but the pussy is good.
[Soopafly]
Yeah it is nice. Heh heh heh.
I said I said
(Chorus)
I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
her to the side and let her suck my dick.
She was fine as fuck, but can't fuck with Tina
Tina, Tina, the sperm cleana.
I took her to my house
And I move by myself so these people cheer for me
Fucking with this one girl, man that girl, her name was Teirrenny
When I left that girl my nigga that
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