Lyrics:
when you come from a drought
Whole ‘lot of rich niggas when DD pop out Took that bitch to Fushiki, pow pow
We out now, all my demons out
You just gotta
leauge
So you best believe it's any time when I'm flying out
I'm on a thousand and one features
You got a thousand and one sneakers
But I got one pair that
you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
I)
I'm gonna walk on by and if you see me
I (I said I)
I'm gonna walk on by
I've packed my bags I'm out the door
Romance is over between you and I
No
With who
The girl next door, you know
Emily
Yo man
Emily
Yo, Emily
Slide over here, ma
Glah, glah, glah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hoe
I've never felt like this before
You had me all quiet when I just want more
By the time you walk outside that door
I hope you really know
It's you baby
I dont need you anymore
You better walk out of that door
I dont need you anymore
You better walk out of that door
I never needed you anymore
I never
I walk into a corner bar, it says Lynch above the door
I had just arrived in Miltown to frolic there once more
I see a Cavan man expatriot who now
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
Uh, uh (uh-huh) uh
Yeah, this is for all the sexy ladies out there
Uh walkin' around downtown
Shoppin' at the malls, yeah
I see you in your sexy
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
this fucking strap nigga
Make you take a nap nigga, I heard you got a gap nigga
Bitch stop making all them disses if you know that you can't rap nigga
life when your captured by the hurt
It's like a loan from a clerk
It can burst you out but you gotta reimburse
But everything in life gotta side effect
out
On, that flight home gave you some shit to think about
Scrambling trying to figure out, went back to the drawing board
Know they say rejection's
Running up bands with a nympho
Bitch make a trick lay down like a kick door
Big hemp rolled full of indo
You can smell it when you walk by a nigga
even live?
So I walk
Two, three, four, leave your shit, walk out the door
Walk
Five, six, seven, eight, we're going out and staying late
Walk
You can do
(Damn, you fine) you feel me?
Let's bounce, y'all
Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
(Damn, you fine) you feel me?
Let's bounce, y'all
Sharp-shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
we fucking time fly by
Damn the sun up already (til the sun rise)
Is your friend still on the way
Are you talking bout Kimmie or Kelly? (tell her
the ones that came up with the bando
Them boys talking 'bout the boards on the windows
When you trapping keep a shooter at the front door
Fuck, 12!,
the water
Its right where the park is
Ima back right in
You know how I park whips
Baby know I'm cold hearted
I walk out my front door and I'm a target
Baby
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