Lyrics:
See all he does is make me tired
He makes me wanna call it quits
When I'm with him I feel so lonely
Wondering how it got to this
But I told that boy
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
the gold-skin
Man who prance with his princes on the dance floor
Shaking about till my legs turn to ankles
Imma get by with my head all on my bands, I
Can't
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
depression, but my thoughts good
I'm just venting giving everything so listen close
I'm writing songs of hope
Dear you, I know you're worthy and you're gonna
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Spanish b***h got persona
Yeah I got all these hoes
But can't bring 'em home to mama
Shawty think I'ma chase her
When I got all of these flavors
Shawty
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
we're bound to retrieve it
Lee, get over here
What is it?
Is that Adam
Just sailed by Devil's Ridge, us scoundrels we like to
What?! What are you both
God you're showing off (If you could just be faithful)
Yes he is, yes he is, yes he is, yes he is
Prayed to the Lord on a good night
I got
this line, "Damn, him already?
Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my, niggas up above
When it, cracks through
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
as well go
And let the whole world know
He is God all alone
Trip Lee: Okay, He's gracious, great
He's way too good (too good)
Can't believe that He made
you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
necesita una poca de gracia
(Para bailar lala)
When the night was gone
And the land was dark
Oh stand oh oh stand by
Ba ba ba ba barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat,
when
Look
Lil mama she fell for the kid from The Bay, yeah
I rent that space inside her head but I ain't gotta pay
Every time she time walk by my way
I'm
Now Ludacris out the gate and
Damn it it's hunting season
When you shot remember everything
Happens for a reason
And you never hit it right: that's
Why
as good as you'll ever be
Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically
'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V
Killing
a party, got to have a rap
So when the party's over, you're making it home
And trying to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleeping ya start
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