Lyrics:
Like (like)
Honey (honey)
When your love (uh huh) comes over me
Oh baby I've got a dependency, always strung out
For another taste of your honey (yeah,
ex lady think I'm strung out
Because I drink and smoke my lungs out, they dish my love out
Thugged out, tweakin' and seekin' for a dream
That almost
Feels good being bad
Putting g's on black
If we lose, we've still won
No odds can change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by
really need you to pray for me this shit I been seeing scary
I get traumatized by thoughts
Shit i'ma send em up top like a loft
I been
So strung out I
a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin'
off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If
off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
new single right there, y'all
It's called "What It Seems"
Featuring Dub-O and
Produced by my man Slim G'z
It's coming out real soon, I had
I had
brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing
I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
Fucking hoes, no strings attached
So don't ask me why they strung out
I'm
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
than the Isleys, I'm high G
I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're riding around
mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're
wit niggas that's the same, roll around witta gang
Rollin to school my bang, bang, hang out
I'm sellin dope to strung-out fiends who always kept green
soul was up for sale
Here me out
This is my testimony
I got multiple identities
Jesus help me please
Split personality, sinful by nature but saved at 23
G-Man, I'll never stay in stasis
What makes your life worth living?
Who's making your decisions?
Strung up by puppet strings
But no one else can see them
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Goin' back to the labbin'
Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin'
Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin'
Chargin' them young g's ten
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
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