Lyrics:
a mental state
Plagued a hideaway
Feeling no more shame
Feeling like I’m fucking drake
Hook3
I’m waiting for everyday
To be kicked back like a Sunday
No
That day was wild memories for miles
I'll never forget
Levi said "I'm fighting the meat sweats"
20 inch shorts, baggy shirt
Jackets and khakis they won't
suppose. (Well, it's loser's luck, I suppose.)
Slow down,
Or else your feet won't feel the ground.
(ground.)
Inch by
inch, (Inch by inch,)
(Inch by inch
club, I ain't for everyone
The Prince is bacc, now wheres my loaded gun
1916
It's a bloody sunday Naw meen
1916
It's a bloody sunday Naw meen
Hit you with
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
Shorty in the club and she lookin for them stunnas
Booty so fine she could be my baby momma
Bought her three shots got her name and her number
Took
Friday, I've been waiting for you for a long time
Three, two, one
Yeah, like a charm, baby
Brighter than this thing on my arm, baby
It's a party every
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
ha, rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me
Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on
Three
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
on the cover of life.
Octover 1st, 1954,
3 year old baby with 38 inch chest.
That was something to behold! Ahh.
Now, the name of the performer
that I play in
want, want, we want
P.O. roll me blunts, me blunts
Blunts, me blunts, blunts, me blunts
Waiting for the day they'll free Al P
Verse 1
Max B:
The Trey
the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep
It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale
Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail
jail
I fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real
And ain't no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
the tent
Trend setter, red beam for plexing
Crawling, living the life of a Texan
Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up
Crawling
for a quarter
I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep
It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale
Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail
Sunday... man I can't believe it...
Another week just came and flew right on by
This new week won't be any easier
I got a lot to deal with... I don't
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
Man
I feel like
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
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