Lyrics:
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
it
That's why I need me some M's in the bank right now so I have no other reason
If yeen tryna talk about guns my nigga they ain't taking you serious
or else take a fall
What used to be just hopes and thoughts
Are now in effect, and we can't take shorts, because
[Chorus]
Swing on that right
ain't said shit
It don't make dollars, it don't make cents/sense
I ain't never had shit nigga that's the truth
Rich kids in the school used to draw
the delay?
Send him off to the, the bench!
What do you mean he was fucking offside?
Ain't you flippin' opened your eyes?
He was through on the ball,
your patience
By the way, I got everyone waiting
I ain't calling you baby
Unless you're gonna obey me, delay me
I don't hold you accountable
I know
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
hey
Hey Paul I was missing your mom today
Moreno Drive it ain't the same without Joy Mae
I take walks by your old home
They put a fence in took out
brothers'll ride
But I know my brothers'll ride
Used to be down on my lonely ain't no one believe in me
So I would stay in my lane
Everyone told me that I ain't
niggas
Fuck y'all motherfuckers if you say something
You gotta be ready to die for that motherfuckin shit
Nigga we ain't going for that motherfuckin shit
them comin back
Trigger no delay shorty slump him back
Chop up that body n put em in bags
Ain't comin back
I'm from the soil control the turmoil with
true
And we really mean business and could do it with you
Oh yes, said Holy Peter, standing by the pearly gate
I ain't sure that the Master's home
What you wanna drink I'll pay it right now
I ain't seen you in like twenty something days
Ima do your body like twenty different ways
I'm thinking by
delay
You know I gotta get a grip on it, bust a lick on it, do whatever it takes
No I can’t take a break, ain’t no time for mistakes, I got to get a grip
not be the one that you favor for now but Ima sit back and not say none
Right now I just feel like a slave uh
Ain't getting no cheques for my labour
dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk
body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor,
Cali chickens got to the 80's strip
the same rap
Y'all don't really think I'd skip that
23rd verse in my first verse, ya?
Man, you really should know I ain't like that
I go verse-by-verse, yeah
been a minute, I been plottin' another way to get some money, that's why we ain't talk alot
Niggas who I love, say they gon' kill me, they mad, I make
this blood
You would think you'd catch me me slipping
If it wasn't for the blood
Then I wouldn't do this spittin
Man it's only by the blood
That we ain't
I got the jays waking up early
Watch them bitches they’ll do you dirty
State to state with the loads I’m working
Play crazy need a paul bearer
you lose your friend
We ain't drinking Paul Masson
Anything you want girl you know who it's on
I bless the chain with the charm
Show me that you came
Late night ride out to DC to just cop that good Indica
Might just keep goin' South, change my whole name, sign a new signature
I just wanna get away,
your order)
Need a bird pronto (need a brick)
I got that Juliette ain't talking Romeo
All my goons we wild boys ain't talking 'bout Steve-O (MTV)
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