Lyrics:
Yeah, trey, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like that
Swear to God nigga
I left the hood like nigga I'll be right back
Then I blew up, they ain't like that
is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to having money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems
One, two, three yeah!
Yeah
Well, it's your birthday
Let's act like it is
And just go crazy
Do what we want with no reason why
Life ain't
on the MP so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air,
wouldn't fit her now
Like it did
Before the kids
Yeah she loves her husband 'cause she said she would
Oh it ain't so bad but it ain't so good
She swore she
fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,
you don't remember.
I got my pistol, but I got a different clip in it.
Click-click, motherfuckers, can you get with it?
You ain't the nigga that you
Someone lick a shot for D-Block cause that's what I'm on
Lick a shot for the niggas that ain't survive the storm
Lick a shot for all my niggas on the run
Because I put my music first, for that it's lonely days
Oh, ain’t no phones ringing, ain’t no one's speaking when you’re alone
Feels like there's no
what about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore?
Or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore
Or the old fighters who can't fight anymore?
Or the white
to play
Ignore the mood, less talking in the more direct
Ignore the mood, hmm, you ain't got to say nothing (nothing, nothing, nothing)
You rule
call
And Mina text it back, I ain't trying to lose it all,
Cause family first and pussy last, the last pussy that I had
It was good, but she ain't no
I know you've been through it
I know you been going through it
I know these other girls can't do it like I do it
I know you ain't used to it
the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
It's such a shame?
Too bad, you're gonna miss the girl
Go on and kiss
When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing
Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Call it automatic bang,
Big shit perfect timing, got a chef, we ain't gotta leave
Baby we can dine in
Get you played like violins
Made a purchase so large, got a call nigga,
She's probably stayin' at her mama's spillin' all the drama now
Wine drinkin' off the hurtin', twistin' all my words around
This ain't my first
and more
But each hurt makes my love stronger than before
I know flowers go through rain
But how can love go through pain
Ain't that peculiar
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
And I know that most of us just ain't right
(most of us just ain't right)
Following the wrong steps, being led by pride
How many lives will we take
How
wants what she wants
Oh, and she needs what she needs
Oh, and she loves who she loves
And it ain't me
I'm putting pieces together
Sitting here in
Yes, this song is poppin'
Yes, the parties rockin'
Yes, the cuties shockin'
Yes, and there ain't no stoppin'
Yes, this song is poppin'
Yes,
What up, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta bust for short, for some better know me bust' rhymes
(What's good?) maintainin'
around and owe me back
Got Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' front
I'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Life, is,
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