Lyrics:
That money is good but it's new here
I'm trying so hard not to blow it
'Cause all of my friends walk around and they icy, pricy
But when it come
to play around the way
Those were the good timez,
Growing up as a child, carefree,
Momma said I was wild by three
Even pops showed me love he was there
I
Wish I could come home from workin'
And not have ya checkin' my breath
I'm tired of her turning her questions
Into the Gettysburg Address
And tell you from my heart, I wish you a Merry Christmas
As I hang the tinsel on the tree and watch the twinkling lights
I'm warmed by the fire's glow
Wish I could come home from workin'
And not have ya checkin' my breath
I'm tired of her turning her questions
Into the Gettysburg Address
[Chorus]
I want to get to know you
I really want to fuck you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy
I want to be
dusty
Ooh, what's your name? (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm naming you Downy, go 'head do your thing, yeah
Cool as a ho but I'm really surrounded by flames (cool
a bloody fight
I'm your Voodoo doll don't you hear my call
Trying so hard to forget, got my bottles, got my pills, got my TV set
I'm imprisoned by my
away from the bad
'Cause I never really had a good past
I had to say goodbye to my dad
Hurt like a foot on hot sand
And I'm fakin' when I smile and I
Living is stupid so I'm making a difference
By only blowing money I might not ever have
What was I good for fearing the future
When I love getting drunk
guess I'm just another casualty
Try hard but you'll get far
Head high but you'll never get by
They say it's just the motions that you go through
Tell me
up
Got a green thumb but I don't grow flowers nigga
I might serve me an auntie by Flowers nigga
I'm good at math I don't need the counter nigga
If
about me,
Only when I'm alone, I show my grievances
But only with one can I behave like a bad bitch
This track prodused by AcidSavage
(Peace, Good
My life, not in pain, I feel not ashamed
To admit, I'm having such a good time
To admit, life is on the right line
My life, not in strain, I feel
Doesn't it seem to you
Life is for the lucky?
With it all
It's just so good to be alive
Isn't it obvious
Life is for the lucky?
And it's true, I'm
six rings
Brudda good in the kitchen yeah whip game mean
Iceburg shawty i do my thing
Drip everyday like I'm going to a Scene
Choppa like Jacquees
tortured before
Had too many different sides
Some parts of you was evil
Some parts was tryna die
But you cared about people
Wanted to do good by the planet
good fo yoself
They don't wanna see you
Ball like no hair
Oh I gotta tell ya
Bout da pain we done felt
Oh i'm ah ghetto baby
And um proud of myself
They
city)
Passing blunt with my man short, wadido homie (Homie)
I go by the name coldman baby, now do you know me
Well I'm feeling good (Good)
It's a new
boo
This thang's so good wanna take me to da hood if you could
And let me meet yo people
'Cause I, I'm da king of freaking this
Put handcuffs on your
long
They always seem to break away
When surrounded by them close my eyes I blindfolded
My head held high, won't break me while I'm in my zone
Life is
God its good morning
By myself I'm sad I'm still mourning
On the highway at 100 and I still floor it
Used to sell drugs and now its so corny
Built my
Now why you gone post something like that knowing I'm looking at your page
Damn
Damn your hair look good you done changed it up on em
Let me get off
Good vibes and mimosas
Hot chicks on the sofa
Money ain't a thing like so-so
Your lifestyle is so-so
I heard that you talk to the po-po
Over here
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