Lyrics:
Make up, and break up
That's all we do
Then we have sex, next thing you know
Everything is cool
Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy
Like we
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm
Ha ha ha, yeah boy
Sinner is back baby
Yeah, sinner is back baby
Oh yeah, sinner is back baby
Yeah, sinner is back baby
Uh, uh, sinner is back baby
nerves not gone lie
I been thinking i been coolin i been vibing lately did sum right but made it wrong by the end of the night cheek my Dimonds they be
but nah that's not my problem
Had a guy who was loyal doing long distance
Boy drove an hour to see me, so where's the replace list?
Cause' I hate
the riddle (yea)
You not who you say you are
And I think that these people fickle (yea)
They passing by like a shooting star
And if you start off with a little
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
foreign
She like my money adore it
I fuck her then kick her out the door
Hanging with me cause she thinking you boring
And she from the H but she Hollywood
been
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
(I've been searchin so long)
(I admit that I've been lost in them clouds)
(I'm just tryna stay strong baby)
(You know
on up, we gon' funk you right on up
(We gon' funk you boy!)
Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up
If you not ready, you better get yourself
promise I'd never cross the nation
But the boy's a man
I guess I lost my patience
This is my Michelangelo this is that fly-fly
This is for Hov and Jay
through the years (God) and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers, and
Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-bys takin'
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin'
You ain't never gon' get on so stop rappin'
H2O comin' this summer so stop askin'
he party with the 40 nothing less (yeah)
Chopper get to screaming' boy I think it got touretts (yes)
F*** your h*
Tryna duck your h*
Countin'
Riding round with all my demons
Riding round with all my lost ones
Riding round all by myself but I know that I gotcha
Riding round with all my
die
I look my bi**h in the eye and tell her you bet not cry
I gave you game on how to spot a lame thats enough to get you by
I showed you how to get ya
be gone by dawn
Before I go
Before I go
Let
Let
Let me know
Climax
Relax
You make me feel that
When I'm lost inside your eyes oh boy
I just can't help
I'm standing by the Wi-Fi
Waiting for my phone to connect
I'm tryna hit you back
So you can tell a Nigga why he wack
Cause I ain't in to all that
Baby
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
baba
But I told her I'm not Muslim baby you can call me papa
As-salamu alaykum Wa alaykum salam
My nigga out on the wing so I call him Mohammed salah
Let me tell you a story of a kid upon an ill flow
Drop it shorty for they do not give a damn yo
Bounce for me baby for you know I love a damn hoe
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