Lyrics:
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
dna ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup I
(Come on)
If you a fly gal get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy, lift it up, let's make
the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
That's what everybody say, oh yeah
We gon' turn up, niggas know
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
Think about it every
the universe
Niggaz hating on what he doing just mad cuz they ain't do it first
His name pop up when you hit play or on your Google search
Bitches bow they head
them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm
them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell 'em why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad, son
You know what I'm
is my only intention
Is it too much if I stop by to say what's up
If I stop by to see your mama and chop it up with your aunt
You are, one in
dance
Tonight we are gonna party
'Till the sun comes up
I don't wanna see a tí cry
Let's drink to forget
I don't wanna see a tí cry
Who knows what's
stop this if I wanted to
Hey kid, what's the plan for tomorrow?
Where will I wake up? Where will I wake up?
Hey kid, what's the plan for tomorrow?
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
fighting back tears, but holding back weeping
Solemn at 'tis the season
I'm grieving
I'm mourning from sun up to evening
I'm fighting back tears, but holding
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
next, or shut the fuck up
Tryna put it in your hand
Don’t test your luck up
I gotta be out by 10, so what’s the hold up
Bruh what’s the hold up
I pay you
I don't follow what's lit
Tryna dig and make a pathway
I don't follow what's lit
What's lit ends up in the ashtray
I don't follow what's lit
I need
They, they they
They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They know what
gotta do?
What a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say?
What a man gotta pray?
To be your last "Goodnight" and your first
on?
What's the shit I'm on?
We fucking up the hotel
Ashes in the roach motel
I'm tripping balls (Aaaaa), my mind in a carousel (Whoaaa)
Handful
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
but they don't want smoke, what's up wit em now
Aye, what's up wit em now, aye, what's up wit em now
Aye, gimme the pound, you know I blow by the pound
(T.I.P)
man meet me at the mirror man
hurry up
come holla at meet
NOW!!
(T.I.)
man dis shit is fucked up man
(T.I.P.)
oh bout time
(T.I.)
ladies
what's love for me
I know I got a lot of love, it's trust for me
And gotta stay up on my pivot, and watch my feet
That's a young nigga roamin up in these
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