Lyrics:
of my throne, it figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should have left me alone
I'm bigga
No doubt
ain't talk right
They ain't talk right
Talkin' but it's all lies
Written by DvD (David Finch)
cooling
Just like a six pack
I need cheese
My new bitch from overseas
Her papi, he play with keys
I'm probably listening to Veeze, I'm smack no DVD's look,
There's a hole inside my head where all the thoughts break out
Sometimes my flesh is filled with forgetfulness and doubt
It's easy to feel separate, no
Nothing here to lose there’s no way that I am losing
Fueled from the anger and the girls that would use me
Heard they made comments they will never
a part of my throne, it figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should have left me alone
I'm bigga
No
a total diva, and I totally love her
Of course she knows, everyday I tell her
And I bet she knows
When I'm not with her, I'm thinkin' of her
Two four by
(HOLD THE PRETTY GIRL HATE)
We don’t need him,
Pretty girl hate
(PRETTY GIRL HATE, PRETTY GIRL HATE) X4
M8
No more misleading,
No more self doubt,
If
know (better)cause I know ()better)
Now she hate being wrong
So know problems get solved
She go zero to a hundred so she don’t get involved
Ain’t no
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids
Otherwise you need
my name in vain
No matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain"
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white
Grinding Hustle real hard for the money
While they party all night acting funny
Like Jax imma Playboy no Bunny
My future is bright looking Sunny
Don't doubt
to say no lies
I bet the fake gon fly
I bet anybody that hate gon die
Another day go by
I ain't really bout to say no lies
I bet the fake gon fly
I bet
I see them hating they hating why would they hate on me
I walk by faith and not by sight it ain't a thang to me
It ain't no problem i'm riding I ride
rusting
So stop the hate and vibe with me
You'll see
Wassup
Total fu shit
Total fu shit
Total fu shit
Total fu shit
Total fu shit
Total fu, and roll,
Check it out, one time
For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind)
Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one
No doubt, he-heh
Check it out, oh
action
Uh yeah stay by myself cause these niggas be lame
I know that these pussy niggas gone hate
I told my momma that I'm gone be great
Drip is the real,
grow
It simply begs the question, where did the future go?
Over there in Iraq there's a big oil well
Everyone's in shock overought by the smell
Could be dash, go out and hustle 'em
But I hate money coz it makes me numb
Hustle hustle hustle
Grind grind grind
Why has everyone got hustle
Another song I'm writing
And I'm not afraid to sing it out loud
The lyrics are striking
'Cause I'm singing about my dreams and doubts
Another concert
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
growing pains
Trying to be the goat no matter the game
I keep it real I don't switch
You hate that but I don't give a shit
I can't stop now why would I quit
on with anger
Towered over danger
Off this sour now & later
cll the doubt from total strangers
Built these hours in the chamber
Yea I know
You can eat this
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
Discuss these total hate dvd by no doubt Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In