Lyrics:
kiss you till the end of days like
Baby can you come by to the crib tonight
You my only weakness, you my kryptonite
Got the beat from White yeah, Fuji
drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't f***ing with you b**** n****s
I'm
and they'll line you for the green
So I, stay wit my heater, know it's tucked up in my jeans
All my niggas bout it, so you bet not cause a scene
I ain't tryna
dream that's you baby
Pixie girl in a dixie dress
Green eye shadow and orange pump
Green eye shadow and orange pump
If I close my eyes you seem real you
tatted up like Wiz
Wanna fuck kelsey ain't nunna yo business
Saying where da hoes u ain't got no rizz
Green ina double cup nine on my hip ima brightmoor
cuttin', whippin' this shit up, Drayko the sensei
I live by two morals, always stay real and get paid
Been gettin' legal money, you can ask about my bag
I
And why are they called Ministry, are they a cult?
Maybe she would properly investigate
Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview
Read a couple
a duster yaaaaaah
Yaaaaaaah
Ok what's up
Aye how you doin'
Aye wuz hannenin'
Green and orange fit on like Nickelodeon
I keep it real I don't pretend
If you
they mad
Who gives a fuck
Count these racks
Can't get enough
No you can't
Fuck with a dwb
They claiming they are but I know they ain't real
I'm goin too
in your house
When your roommates are out and it’s got me like
Late at night…
(I’m in the dark still looking for you babe)
Day break to sunrise
(The
potatoes watch Ricki and Sally
So all you so called players better hide in the Valley
'Cause real G's put the Killer in Cali
[Repeat]
I don't think
They are broke in half and
The middlemen are gone
But let me ask you one more time
Oh children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now
Oh do
my new love Mary Jane who shows me truth
Just a ruthless clueless rude bitch with an attitude who’s
Used to getting used by dudes now you wanna try
wanted was that limelight
Lord I, was so blinded by her highlights
She had me not checking my DM's neither my likes
Oh what, you modeling ma? Knock
luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If life really sucks and you just want to die
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands sayin' how do you do
They're really sayin' i love you
I hear babies cry, I
a good old wine or rock 'n' roll
If it feels real good let it move your soul
But if it hurts to say her name, baby let go
First time for both of you
These n***** like chameleons
Soon as the pressures on, shit get real
N***** change colors on, turn they back on you
Or wait on yours to get turned
You strut your body around the city
In green suede you think you're so bad
Hustling girls that want your money
Well you ain't worth a dime you
Lost Boys, I'm Peter Pan
'Cause I'm in the bright green
Tinkerbell on my hand
We can run house parties, my name ain't Play
But you's a kid, you should be
intertwined
I'm pretty well all by myself
Instead of feelin' alone in a group
I be better by myself
And have a real solitude
This time I don't fall for you
Easy
many jokers with the poker face
The Kaves will raise you one
I'll bet your life on the stakes
I paid my dues so the odds are in my favor
And if you come
've spent your whole life listening to "Critical Beatdown"
You's a secret fan; every time I create an A.K.A. character
Most of you groups out there are so
real shit?
No, then thank you though
D.O.A. we off that
We gon' run this town
State of mind to build an empire, then on to the next one
Can't be young
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