Lyrics:
by any means...too stack this bread up....
Tired of the days that I just might have enough...without that buck you can’t EVEN keep your life up...the
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
with my music caught her ass at the front line
Niggas fuckin up their bag best believe that I'll get mine
Khxii their ain't no away but best believe I'll
punching bag
Releasing ya' anger
Baby something's stressing you
That's why you look so gangsta'
That ish attracting me
'cause' boo you ain't fake
Let me step
a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are
(That's right, Jay Z baby)
Baby one day you'll be a star
(Let's take em uptown, let's take em uptown)
But until
that motherfucker
You quick to cuff a hoe I call you PJ by the way you tuck her
I just hit this
When it's over, made her walk out
Actually that's cap
What's up with her? She know she ain't right
Jeans don't fit her
She got that kind of body that I like
Somebody's with her
But I don't see no man in
on my feet, Ku Klux
Young nigga tryna get bucks
Sipping out a solo cup
Had to go ahead and double up
That lil nigga ain't cut
Y'all was going crazy
She took it, I finished and left
Happy that's a piece of pussy
I didn't regret
Ain't nobody censor me yet
My shit's authentic
By the times I've been
ain't tryna get by
We up so soon but listen right na right na
See I'm tryna make you my main thing
What we doing in private that's our thing
Wanna rub you
a couple times
By a couple guys that didn't treat me right
I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna lie
'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made
with me
I want to keep you company
I want you right by my side
I'll give my all to you,
And I swear I no go let you go
Ain't got nothing to lose
Baby
know every now and then
Gotta lay it back
We keepin' it light
Even after shit hit
The fan and we done fight
But for real, you gotta know
That i ain't
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
baby, I ain't asking for much
She tell me say that SWARVE be her crush
Now she ride it till I'm tempted to bust
Like baby
Sow touch, don't rush
A piece
the way that you dance
Baby, I'm right here and I'm making it clap
Right here, hit it from the fucking back
Old bitch whack, never think bout that
Like know
Haha
Ai
This time we're gonna do our thing (Huh)
Is that aiight wit why'all? (Yeah)
Its gotta be 'cause we gon do it anyway
Ain't that right
that capping get shot in your fitted we don't do pretending
Shit is pressure you ain't gotta @ me nigga get up with me
Shots all in traffic hit with that
(That ain't right)
Poisoning our babies (That ain't right)
Lying who is God (That ain't right)
Well here's some food for thought, many fought for
I'll be there in a hurry
Know it's hard but baby just trust me
I won't lie I won't run I won't hide
Ima stand by your side
Til the day that I die
I will
(Know the summers right around the corner
By that time yea I'm gonna be a goner
With my brothers yea something like a Warner
Shooting movies with my
nothing fly about it,
So he go: "I'm a stay strong, or I'm a break down and simply cry about it."
And when it seem like things just ain't gon' be right
I
you love love Me when I know you don't
I know you're not all mine babe
You ain't got to lie lil baby
Even tho it's none of my business
All I wanna know
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