Lyrics:
get dough (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you
[answering machine beeps]
[Styles P:]
Street life my niggaz
Shit's a motherfucker you know?
I try to tell these shorties somethin
They look at me
me, nigga
I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you
Toejam and Earl
I really hope the love is the same
I thought about it a lot it really drives me insane
Was always one in the same
Like we were sharing one
snitched
I could neva see that
Talkin that they got statements on him
Hold let me read that believe that
Was gettin high off of life, about to relapse
Gud
money slow as shit
Pub loading up, i ain’t even notice it
Plug hit me up, that’s that was waiting for
Oh you got tracks? nigga what you waiting for
I
Me and the kids leaving Great Wolf Lodge
Just blew a bag
Keep your opinions
The fuck imma do with that
What you eat don't make me shit
So check
Ooh baby
I don't know what you got
But you really got a hold on me
I don't know what you got
But you really got a hold on me
I feel your
you're startin to piss me off, ha ha ha
Oh yesh y'all, Sugah he got that silky Southern drawl
Every tooth in my mouth, got gold on em' all
I'm 'eal
Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome
Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on
I hit the stage, grab
sweetheart (Aye)
I adore you, girl
And I really care (Baby I do)
But this is what love do (What it do)
And we should have no fear
So baby hold me down down
Jesus, yeah, hold me tight
You can hate me for what I believe in You can hate me, I don't really care
Yeah, I know God is hear and I know God is near
Hold
This go out to all the people that got their heart broke
Peace Out
Tell Me really what you want yea
Tell me really what you want yea
Tell me what
The first half I took for myself
25% went to the shelter
The rest of it went to the dirty twelve
Hurdygurdy-type rationale
You try to play me I give
Nigga really think he got mo' game then me?
Gon' make me sick, they gon think you slick
But fuck around and make me click like a magic trick, ha ha
I took just one last sip
That turned into a lightshow
I've got no one to blame
But I'm walking this tight rope
Cos ever since you left me on my own
I
Your mouth got you in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tongue
You wouldn’t have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with
chill
Nigga this shit for real
I show you that you got a
Crib just like Uncle Phil
This shit right here we do it for the streets
DC we hold it down me
Must you beat me in my head every time I come through?
With shit like, "Everybody tells me I sound just like you" (damn)
But you not me, got me
you here beside me (i need you)
'Cause nobody's going to love me (the way that you do)
Baby won't you come and hold me (hold me in your arms)
Didn't
Told her that I see her
She said that she love me
And really wanna meet me
Diamonds on my neck
I been dripping like a lake
Tell me that you love me
Baby
with her
nice brown tone, she got me slither
my girl tequila, a jump me you say so
I'll serve you what ever you pay for
her nickname Quevo, eighteen
on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when i lead you
Straight
ridiculous
Hold up
[Chorus]
Told y'all really really y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really really y'all can't hold up
Told y'all really really y'all
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