Lyrics:
I am a sinner, who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't
to time
But a few little teardrops
Ain't gonna wash away
A love as strong as yours and mine
Baby don't you know nothing ever grows
Where the sun always
Uh, top of the morning to you
You know, its been so dark outside
That I figured I'd turn a couple motherfuckin' lights on real quick
Uh, I ain't
I'm gonna make me a milli, I'm gonna make me the money
Spreading her legs like Philly, then cheerio lil' honey
This shit fire but aint drilling, I'm
the horns by the bull
Life moves too fast to beg, steal or borrow
But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow
It's the last thing on your mind but
give a fuck
You wanna know why
Because the more you start it with me, the more I start it with you
Cause I am gonna break right now, I think I'm gonna
where I'm from there was no Santa
All the abandoned buildings is still abandoned
Buffalo really a island they left us stranded
We ain't complain we ain't
need a EMT cause this joint barely is breathing
I been through some thorns by His grace I’m bloomin
Me and my sword want more, Metro Boomin
Got
One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
(J.R. Smith)
The way she be drunk off the henny, huh, huh? (Uh, huh, huh?)
Philly, hold on, pause, I'ma just ball like I'm Paul (Paul)
She suckin' dick
Pings got him by the pong
Yea squeezing his ball sack
I ain't about that
G ain't a mountain
Though I got a lot of rocks
Guess the G has been hounding
like a train, snakes wanna keep takin shots at my name
Ain't gonna leave me phased I don't fear the pain
Digging out your grave, here, take the shovel
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
bitch just call me Chris Paul
I ain't ever change on you
You said that you're gonna stay by me
I ain't bout stay by you
Like you ain't there baby
You said
levels on a high what's a limit
Raised by the Hill already feel like I am legend
Still I ain't Will but my kids gotta get it
Still I ain't Kill but I feel
have that drank
Yeah, my nig, y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido
Paul
motherfucker
And we ain't playing witcha, y'all know the motherfucking score, homie
Now pour it up, nigga
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
he want is the heart so I had 2 give
Gotta lead by example 2 show the way
and remember in His name when you go 2 pray
Never ever let your love just
conscience, but nobody made a sound
He was going through the motions
He gonna probably beat the case
Still I get down on my knees
And beg the Lord to let him
I ain't got no home without you so ima hit the road again
To all the women that I've loved, oh tell 'em this gonna be the end
So I said
You're
in between
By me believing what you say
That you never mean
Like It'll last for ever but
Now forever ain't as long
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't
Be
gonna get em
I see that he deep but who with him?
If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him
I know that boy ain't got no chop
He just beem capping he
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
tomorrow
You can't beg, steal, borrow or make time
So you make plans and hope for the best
Life moves on so damn fast
Another twelve months flies on by
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