Lyrics:
Feeling used, but I'm still missing you
And I can't see the end of this
Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips
And now all this time is passing by
So much flava , so much style
You're driving me wild , you're driving me
Oh so sexy, I like your style.
You're driving me wild, you're driving me
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
here's the outcome:
Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb
Don't get involved, unless you're willing
To risk murder by mic when they're illing
You gotta
in California, Memphis never had the blues
Oh, there ain't no trucks in Texas, and I ain't missing you
There ain't no phone sitting by my drink
I
realistic to think I won't catch you slipping
That spinless shit gets me livid, don't say this shit lets you meant it
Hesitation gon' get you missing, no
I try to put a resistance, and keep my distance from these flashing lights
But this champagne light got me wanting more
It's what I was missing
All
calls
Interventions. Had to pause
Back against the wall
I had to face myself
You took me by the hand
And you told me you would help
This is heartfelt
than a couple of years
She asked why are you distant and what we've been missing through all of her tears
Demands and delays disappointing day after day
Lil' Dro been 'bout this money, I spoil her, no holiday (I spoil her, no holiday)
Drunk off the Henny, I'm missing you, by the way (oh, I'm missing you
right by me (me)
But every time it hits the night (woo)
I know that you'll be missing me missing me
Yea if you missing me real real bad
Text me a heart
can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
Verse 1:
If it were up to me
I'll tell you one thing this shit wouldn't be
A gun shot, body drop, a killing spree
I'd simply save your souls and then
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
by day
And I wont show you what I do by night
Grind everyday I be moving them packs
These niggas are fake wanna do me like pac
Bout sending shots we
a cold world
Bernie Mac will be snappin' on you
But I ain't a joke; you think I'm here to entertain you
Fallen angel after them halos
Nobody moves
?", "Big Mac and a large order of fries"
"Stop making fun of me", "I'm not making fun of you"
"I'm getting the manager", "Get the fucking manager, I don't
have to grasp it for me to reach your mind and hack it
Ever notice how the tops of the pyramids are missing
That's because the all seeing eye now results
who say they got you, same ones who went missing in the action
All eyes on me like Tupac all Facts
I'ma be the last one
Come correct if you talking
but he keep a Sig
Tommy's, Mac's, Uzi's, Tec's, 30 extended clip
Pop a nigga head then I pop a sill
Yo bitch gone shoot for me, of course she want some
They not really with you
Like they say they are
I can't even tell if they are who they say they are
They not really with you
Like they say they are
I
the lights you can call me Scotty Pippen
Yeah
Imma take a lil breath
Take a little breather cause these words are like a heater
Breathing down my neck these
money on their mind
Mind on their money
But say it's kinda funny
Because something's missing from me
Now just like their parents, they kids are always
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