Lyrics:
in the clubs and my patners slanging drugs
Ducking em slugs looking for love
In a messed up world that's cold like a freezer
That's why until
(Mumbled chatter)
I been breaking down weed listening to this instrumental
Pour up a cup of dirty just to slow down my mental
I relapsed I'm off
I get my peaches out in Georgia
Apple Bottom from New York, orange in Florida
Vitamin C mixed with this vitamin D, now you got vitamin me
And your
Next thing loving each other
Got me feeling like Usher
Making love in this club
It all happened in one night one night
Want you more than just tonight,
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Business in the back, it's a crime hub
At my Jazz Club
At my Jazz Club
Everybody act up
Strippers in the back, it's
shit's authentic, by the times I've been a victim of identity theft
You got some missing pieces in your chemistry set
You tried to copy in the lab, I
this music/ I need that fix/ rhythm in my serenge/ find a vein and get lit, shit/ music is my best friend/ rap’s my bitch/ hip hop raised me/ you gotta
It's money all over the ground (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin', clap somethin'
Shawty in the club shakin' ass, make
love.
Cause it’s sent from up above.
And I, love.
Everything about u, cause your love so good.
Love so good, lil nigga in a dazed.
All in front
Club, can't chill in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer
The boy only pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace
think that I'm being too forward?
Ooh baby, by coming at you this way
I can't help myself, you're
You're the hottest thing in the club tonight
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
'cause I got it
Ballers in the club
Throw it up if you got it
Money with them racks, call me Steve Urkel
Oops, my bad, did I do that on purpose?
Rims flip
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
whip
Get in the club through the back it’s too many men
Yeah, wishing death upon me
I keep my ghost close and my weapon on me
And the ghost dance more
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
I fell in love with the devil
She took all of me and I thought she was special
Whole time you playing on me instrumental
I wish I could say that I
say, I fuckin' love you, feel free to fly
I'll stay put, continue my legacy
Jabez Z legend in the makin'
Hearin' this number still aches me
Make ends
good
You'll Last round three
Pretty brown eyes sunshine
Let's make love under the Moonlight
You knew what it was
When we left the club
Get you in the tub
You about the talking
I'm about the doing essential
There's a Critical Difference
I'm in the Ave with the villains
Shaun sent instrumentals I had
say hey man this ain't the end.
Remember the day before that girl stole your heart away.
Instrumental
Now I'm all alone and confused in my head.
But
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