Lyrics:
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Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir
When I'm in this pulpit I might catch on fire
Class full of gas,
of jealousy.
Remember, three to two rooms, girlfriends made it more,
And you always left my singles on the bedroom floor.
Now I've got some friends.
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
his ho
She said the money's up under the rug in the master bedroom (check it out, Monk)
But if you lyin', tonight all of y'all gon' be sleepin' in
I been hunted by you everyday my life's Been living hell now feel yourself get
Confronted by me you'll be punted back into
The depths from which
a bitch afterwork in Burger King,
I'm Undateable this Relationship ain't
Going to work fuck Marriages of Hell
Fucking on three bitches call it a hat trick
Call me kung lao coming in with the hat trick
Just made three bands call it a hat trick
Too many
We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard.
All the bedroom windows opened onto this court,
And sometimes in the middle
Tell me was it worth at all?
I didn't have it in myself
Till you came out and put me through hell
In the bedroom tell me do you miss it?
In the mirror
Hit mah two step
Got lil mama wet
I flex the vocab
Then we meet in the bedroom
Niggas idolized me
Since I been in pampers
Knew the world was full
made of platinum
In the bedroom, I'm gonna be shinin'
When I get my girlfriend pregnant
The baby will be made of diamonds
My Siamese cat will have
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
knock it out
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[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
I got this lil quiet bitch who never said shit
She thick as hell she stripping dreams and she
knock it out
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[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan]
I got this lil quiet bitch who never said shit
She thick as hell she stripping dreams and she
film 'cause I will want that bitch to see you've lost the fight
So rot in hell, bye bye and Good Night
I was accused by a whore
You believed her
Stop, drop
Shut 'em down, open up shop, singin'
Whoa, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover
ones around
If we hit rock bottom would it make a sound
We scream for help but we're by ourselves
Alone in this world like I'm living in hell
Alone in
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3
seen her
I got killed by a flower
I got taken by a waitress who was pouring it on
I was weak in the knees
Just I wasn't that strong enough to see
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A world with no real limits oh my god ouh
Zahya 7did o bitches in my rides ouuuh
Money ain't a problem we be living by night
Don't let no
(hill and gully)
And if you've broken in you goin hell
(hill and gully)
Hill and gully ride
(hill and gully)
Hill and gully ride
(hill and gully)
Hill
Come on
Sittin' in the living room on the floor
All the pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm gonna maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my
“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”
I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold
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