Lyrics:
When I ride by, Oh My God when I ride by
Don't sweat these hoes, they come and go
Be running home when money's low
I get chose, different hoes
I wear
driveway we looked at each other
Laughed a little then we rolled a fucking another
Feel like Donald Glover I can do it all
How I'm supposed to love her when
on the drive home, surely this experience explains something about whoever it was that sang all these songs.
When you're younger every single thing vibrates
the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife
the butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you
take the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you
ain’t been home since idk since when
Mommy calling my phone like mijo where you mutha fuckin' been
Ma I'm getting to that money tell God forgive me for
Mi all about mi rings, like mi ah jordan
Memba dem days, when mi left yard den
Shudda call mi james, cuz mi life harden
Now mi so grown, and mi all pon
The same color as chocolate cocoa
I don't walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had corns on my feet
I see the Lord when
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
find
Over 50 restaurants owned
By 50 black women i didn't say minority
And I didn't say women of color
So after you burn down your
Own home what do you
your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams,
your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams,
advice was to stay low
I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills
Especially when you got family members on payroll
The media said it was outlandish
and then get of the street
Y'all remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
Cause I won't give a shee to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
a man's world loving a woman is soft
But earth is a woman so woman is rock
I remember when I thought, R&B was fake as hell
Because the singer wasn't really
fear of god as I'm posted up
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
Don't get Ghost like James St. Patrick Swayze
I been telling folk; seen thru
we can win, in a powerful way
When I get home, I'm gonna love her down
I'll be like Teddy, get some hot oils, and rub her down
I know she's bored,
Like James Harden
I'm balling hard on the court
This shit isn't force
I'm getting all of these hoes
She wanna fuck on me quick
And suck on my dick
Freaky
GOD and ME
God and me, all in me, guardin' me, garden need
Off the kilt when eye measure up
Kick with kill in the city's cusp
Stagger hands leading
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
go to Woolworths come back and feel terrible
It's easy to stay home
When you ain't gotta deal with no domestic abuse
Please count your blessings
Don't
hearts broken
Skin and bones
A frequency that plays
When we're on our own
Because the singers on the radio
Are telling me I can't go home
And that all
Lately i been by myself
I be feeling alone sometimes
I pray to GOD for some help
And forever got peace in mind
I played the cards that was dealt
Now
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