Lyrics:
was in
And if the fiends ain't have 20, we would slang it for 10
Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night
Sparkin pound while my homies in
these royalties surrounded by loyalty popping off anyone that is annoying me
Ain't not controlling me, people they notice me, get at your girl she out
bitches get out of my way!
I want to argue with my husband, when we've been together for two years
About who's gonna look after the children, 'cause we
Looking at the way that I talk to you
It's like we're playing all these games
Cause' we lack the truth
And I know that you're afraid
Cause' all you
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
I get myself some gin instead
And then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind the counter says hey
alone once again that's fucked up my closest friend
Wrote love letters more than ten I'm fucked up off seagrams gin
We was in this shit to win like
and both hands free
No one?s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't
Man, it's about time we all get together (I never thought that it would change)
Where we goin', you guys? (Live With No Brakes)
That beach house
First off got to get the money by the days
Second off let the bad bitch comin' and stay
Third off get the Ps so put 'em in a phase
Last off make sure
First off, gotta get the money by the day
Second off, let the bad bitch come in 'n stay
Third off, get the P's so put 'em in a phase
Last off, make
You think we look
Pretty good together
You think my shoes
Are made of leather
But I'm a substitute
For another guy
I look pretty tall
But my heels
need a miracle to go get rid of me
Got too much history
Just cause I’m fucking another don’t me that we history
Keep it a mystery
Of
What I’m gone want,
mayors, now we ain't playin'
Wolves start schemin', violate me in the rain
Get more respect, rob Marvin Gaye on 'em
Gold, black, beige on 'em, heavy
mayors, now we ain't playin'
Wolves start schemin', violate me in the rain
Get more respect, rob Marvin Gaye on 'em
Gold, black, beige on 'em, heavy
Coupe or the 4X4
8 girls 4X4
Shawty say she still want more
She want a sexy boy she dont want hardcore
We go party everyday till the morning
Henny in
the past I was an outcast
We link when I'm in town drink a round of crown and gin
It's her kink to get pinned down in a thin pink gown and bound by men
We
of Queens
We get the cream laid up love love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean,I'm out to claim king
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my namell reign
boom" on a crooked cop, drawback
Living like a thug 'til the
Niggas get the block back
Oh shit, deep in motion, until we get a grip
My motherfucker's
like his food
Expired time to get rid it
There's a place by my side
It's for you
You should come and get it
I can see the future
We just gym and gin
timothy is laying low, that quarter mills not here no more.
His momma she not here no more, & black will never breath fo sho'.
He drinking gin & blowing dro
the highway
Where the arrows point out for me
To where the angels all are living out the dream
That's when we moved in together
Thinking things would soon get
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby, if you wanted me then
know
More seeds to sow than weighted
A gorgeous flow wanted to grow
Murder most foul
Lay it on with a a trowel
We're cheek by jowl
Horns of Jericho
Gett
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