Lyrics:
what you'd call
A blushing flower.
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.
The day she died the neighbours came to snicker
"Well, that's what
messing with my vision
All this liquor probably messing with my vision
But, the vibe so inviting
I've never been so excited
Ain't no way we'll be quiet
propel
Imma playa you can tell
Doing good doing well
She just took an 'X'
And I just lit an 'L'
Front to back, side to Side
See you in your world
Shawty
the type to keep the strips
Turn the block into a club and make em strip, make em strip
Fit in with the angels but I really be a demon
Mike Tyson with
in the club
The club get hot, motherfucker burn up
We get wild for the night, turnt up
Got liquor over here, baby, let's drink up
Later on we can
Well, ring the bell backwards and bury the axe
Fall down on your knees in the dirt
I'm tied to the mast between water and wind
Believe me, you'll
to drown
That hard-liquor place is a low-down disgrace
It's the meanest old place in this town
And it's hard and it's hard, ain't it hard
To love one
That hard-liquor place is a low-down disgrace
It's the meanest old place in this town
And it's hard and it's hard, ain't it hard
To love one that never
that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'mma let you
She's a little up there, down here
Amen, amen
Well she's an FM hymn with her hand in the wind
Little Saint in my shotgun seat
It's like G-O-D heard
iniquities
In word or deed
Do all things
In the name of Jesus
All because of Him
What He did
Up on that cross
For by grace
We're saved through faith
This is
great then I see the world consumed in this state of
Insanity humanity enthralled by the savagery
Still I give my thanks for the fresh air I'm breathing
I
'Bout It, there was No Limit
By '05 I was in my prime
Only thing I cared about was gettin' signed
But 2010 was a different time
Put down the pen, led
the carpet
I be on the moon just gimme time to spark it
And I’m Mike Jack when I get to walkin
Goin in without no cover
Don’t need the pick man you causin
body like Mike Jack in the booth
Beat a nigga ass up his face when I'm taking his shoes
It ain't cool to hop in niggas beef without packing the tools
It
Big racks on me, I got what you want
I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink dom pérignon
Fucked
saved by the sight of a blind man
I was saved by the prayers of the Saints
I was saved by trusting in you God
To do the things I can't
Like, One Cross
myself by day three and still I pass
Meanwhile you can't humour with laughing gas
That you on the freeway I just passed?
That you in top fifty I just
the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these niggas, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
on the floor (for one more night)
And when the morning brings us where we all belong
Our hearts will fail to beat if only by design
And we'll hold our hearts
It's unlikely that you'll find me doing scream-into-the-mike shit
Not that I dislike it, it's just not in my supply kit
I use dry wit to get by with
Guess we'll never know
Where this thing could go now
Time and time again
A string of could've beens
I just wanna make you mine
Maybe in another life
smoothly down
The wheels on the bus go round and round
Glug, glug, glug go Nick and Mike
I’m going to Llandrindod Wells
They’ve got a lot of pretty women
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