Lyrics:
things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
Just stop by to hit
cycle,
With Bold 3-in-1,
30 degrees on twice,
I, like,
To make sure that,
My ting’s clean,
LS7 Leeds,
To WV,
Trinity,
Because my Ps are
Diversified by
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Yo Aceyalone do ya know, do ya
kinda lonely
I'm tired I'm not holy
I wanna be free
Please release me
Every weekend by myself
It's a battle ground of hell
Satan's angels know me well
kinda lonely
I'm tired I'm not holy
I wanna be free
Please release me
Every weekend by myself
It's a battle ground of hell
Satan's angels know me well
a bitcoin
To deploy or destroy -- back your cause see...
Death is upon ninety-three percent of the
In the end you’ll see the fool bleed birthing the next seed
now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you
cold
While my mind is numb as hell
You won't play me like a hoe
Bitch I got it by myself by my
What you know about
Rolling down in the deep
When your
the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Ain't no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in
the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
Ain't no sleepin in my bedroom
When henny's in
(Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin'
living like hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
on the TV
cnd that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
cnd are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
the same after three months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to
As I reached for you, but all I felt was shame
And you held my lifeless
rock the middle for quiet longer I dig it sani
I’m may weather with the glove
One round two rounds three rounds I hit you with the love
From the bedroom
overthinking
It's been 3 nights I haven't been sleeping
I don't know whats in my cup but I've been drinking
Numb to the pain I ain't feeling
Tell me whats
tell you
To get the hell away- wait a minute I can explain
So like this monster grabs on my leg
And tries to pull me under but I kick it in the head
to the side
I got racks on my mind, just tryna get by
I walk in the bank wit the biggest amount
You gotta figure shit out
Yea, I got a brick in the couch
Three
Cross on Tee's, the eyes dotted, spot your biz and peep your weeps
Devils leave, angels stay, for real in hell we all create
Mind yourself when praising
Three in the morning came without a warning
Wound up with some old buccaneers
Tellin' lies about the time I
Won the Nobel Prize
Guess who bought all
Smacked off an edible i left the store
Make sure my signature ain't legible
ShittyBoy, bitch, I'm hated by the janitors
Time to clock in, man
I know you
can't even play the piano"
And Tommy says, "well, hell, Fern, neither can I
Do you wanna come over and watch a movie sometime?"
Love in the United
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