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positive that feels real good about themselves, loves themselves
I want y'all to repeat after me
And maybe those few haters, they'll tag along aight?
We got pills by the caseload
Copped em south of the border with them pesos
Talking big dinero
We stay so fly
Keep the paper coming in long
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
Feelin' like the summer's mine
Yeah, she don't know the nights that a nigga went
To hang for a hundred
to show your gritty
We can, be good friends or bad enemies
Cause it's, either you with me or you are against me
Now time pass by
When you puffing
Wahlberg on a bitch, uh
Charlie Sheen on a bitch, uh
She a bully, she a mean on the dick, uh
R. Kelly, finna pee on a bitch, uh
Good, I can make a scene
I'll bring a thug on a cruise ship
I got a bone 2 pick fuck harmony
Stealin sauce Charge him wit larceny
Make him feel defeat take a nigga shoes
good or bad, happy or sad
Why, why some people break up
Then turn around and make up
I just can't see
You'd never do that to me (would you, baby)
started slangin' that they don't know me
I got my hustle on, learned to ignore what couldn't pay me
Lately I've been tryna make a billion, can you play me
offer did he make?
I'll leave you all to wonder
During this commercial break
Oh Noel, what a star you are
A channel 4 hero!
There's no one quite as good
and the shirt
How'd I end up feeling so bad
For such a little girl
And I hold you close in the back of my mind
Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
I'm too
cause I don't wanna fight
I know I make mistakes
But still I need her in my life
Tell me how I'm supposed to heal this open wound
Because of you
down
You don't know how your niggas
Feel bout you when you ain't around
So stop sayin they down
Break it down
By the code
I put a thousand on it
That
Throw it back for me
Let it rain in the woods
I know it's bad for me
But it feels so damn good
Keep it in motion
While I got time on hold
It don't make
and yellow insect, maybe
'Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickle, I
grip, yet so delicate
And the way you took that orange oil rag and wiped it clean
Its guaranteed to get repeated in my dreams
You make me wild feels
a friend or two
Come threw, miss brown skin can you feel me up
Like what’s in my cup, hot stuff got me in a rush
Break it down I let you roll it up
Folgers
feelings over my funds, but good hearts make bad decisions
Now I counting up these hundreds and I count 'em with precision (Yeah)
Cross me once and that's
way
Ain't no way
I can't fake
When bitches smiling in my face
Wanna take what I make?
Too bad I do this shit with grace
Can't relate, take
me to be a rider
Good God
Well that was funky
But uh
I know what you're all thinkin'
You want something you can cruise to
Well we're gonna break it
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues
till you can relate
Take mines then plan my escape
Break spines. What? Come back snappin' be the
Next shit crackin' like bad vertabrae
I ain't here to be
it if it makes you feel good,
Oh, yes indeed.
You're out on the streets looking good,
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't
chicks
I ain't gone say names they strippers
Did whatever back then for a dollar
They was some flippas
That money make them crazy
They feel like superstars
Yes I used to rob people and it turned me to ah felon
Now I'm good with all people cause good business make it better
Ion even know why niggas keep
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