Lyrics:
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
am the one (Oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son
(Hee hee hee, no no no, hee hee hee) hoo!
Rock with You
Your butt is mine, gonna tell you right, ah
What's your sign
Baby, you can tell me. I won't judge you
I'm gonna be here for you
Don't worry about what the motherfuckers say at school
Because
you tell me something I don't know
And I'm pissed off about bein' the cops
And you're pissed off about bein' the maid
And how long till they shut off
fucked up that I'm fucked up
And it's fucked up that life's fucked up
So tell me, why ya had to do coke
My mother's heart wasn't the only thang that cha
now
You make my love come down
(dirty money crew)
I feel you love me now
(i ain't finished wit cha)
Now the funny thing is dat the world stops
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
you wit shorty huh. Take her to the mall pimp! (ah-huh)
[Bow Wow]
Okay!
[Baby]
Show me how lil man roll!
[Bow Wow]
I know this chick named
Señorita, what you doin' all night
Mamacita, you're the one I like
Tell me baby does it feel so right
How about we have a one night stand
Señorita,
back to the thing
Shia Labeouf
Kid Cudi feels a way give him a call
Q Tip, I love you, bruh don't tell
Me how to be me though, i love you the
Tribe album
please, can you make me understand what chu sayin'
Listen man
Troubles of the world today, it's got me heated
Every word I'm about to say, I feel it's
tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
Young mothers (that's right)
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
Mama's just a little girl
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya
She was born
Be careful with what you take cause this might just happen to you
I know when something don't feel right
So high feel like I'm about to die
I know
Elroy
My fly is like a Jetson
Sydney Sexton (Hook)
I wanna see how you feel baby
In the dark
I wanna see how you feel baby
Lights out
I wanna see
life fool
I write you just to tell you what'cha missin'
Prison's no excuse when you be loose
You don't pitch a fit to get him
I listen to him cry,
Rag Dol
But I play Casanova
So how does it feel like my name was D'Angelo
Creepin on the D-L
But'cha can't let go
Why does something bad feel so good
stuck in a jail yard
When I couldn't see the sun through the cell bars
Now my whole world changed and it feels odd
Can't believe it, this is what I
world, but when I'm close to you, I love to chill
Baby, tell me how you feel
Tell it to me twice like I'm knowing it ain't real
Got you for the night, but
we could joust
Make them niggas my squad
Fuck them, let's see how the ladies fare
Swerve on these bitches like I'm
Settin' my baby hair they feel
this person so I
Was like this is the
One person I know so I can go and let
Out everything that I feel about
Every single bogus weekly
Cover, every skit,
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