Lyrics:
the money
I feel like every month is February
Pockets looking like a vegatairian
Pockets looking like a vegatairian
So in love with the money
I feel like
6 months is all it takes
For your world to turn upside down
6 months is all of takes
To make you lose sight of who you are
6 months have left me
a run'll tie the score
Yer blind, Ump,
Yer blind, Ump,
Ya mus' be out-a yer mind, Ump!
[MEG]
Six months out of every year
I might as well be made
A month of changes
It's August, of course
Best Change Month
It's August, of course
August, August, August
Happy August, Happy August
May
I’ll be going out today
I'll be running to my babe
'Cause two months are too long
But our love now is better and strong
I’ll be going out today
I'll
Ridin' to Vegas to see my baby
It's been about a month
Since she put that thang on me
Love’s intoxication
Built up anticipation
My long distance
november
The only month to save us is 30 days till december
I'm on it
Baby, I can nut while in my dream
Cuz I want it
No touching on my peen
It's the NNN
No
was me
Now Everybody got opinion
Saying our love was fake
This ain't real love
That shit was a skit
What can five months make
Got me crying on the low
One month ago we were kissing in the back seat
I met your mom, I wonder how she's doing
I said I loved you, you told me to prove it
And I did in July,
Black History Month, you find..
Ridiculous
Why
You're going to relegate my history to a month
Oh, come on
What do you do with yours
Which month is
And finding a Christmas tree.
The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:
Five months of bills,
Sending Christmas cards,
Hangovers,
Rigging up
ain't enough days in a week)
It ain't enough
It ain't enough weeks in a month (no, no, no, no-no, na, aye)
It ain't enough
It ain't enough months in
to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me
'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do
I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for
'bout a month or two
Put a tan on it then see what it do
I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the player's club for
to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me
Act like you forgot about it, let some months go by
Let everything just simmer down
And just when them niggas think you let that shit go
Slide
the palaces
That rise above the rot
Year by year
Month by month
Day by day
Thought by thought
Steer your heart past the truth
You believed in yesterday
These are the months
The months of the year
We’re gonna have a lot of fun
Learnin’ every one of the months of the year
January, February, March
pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing eyes
Nine-months process, infant size
A prophet in his early stages, mother in her early
Your soul is dead but your body won't die
What do you do when your body won't die?
Your soul is dead but your body won't die
Six months until suicide
to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me
Vera Hall
What month was my Jesus born in? Last month of the year! (Repeat)
Chorus:
Oh, January, (January), February, (February), March, April,
We ain't fuckin' around with that lame shit
Know what I'm sayin'?
Boom me up, JT
I ain't hit the pussy in a month (In a month)
Boss nigga, I can
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