Lyrics:
me cum
You better make some money and give me some
(hey pimp) this ain’t time to go shopping
Turn another trick, get it poppin
A bitch will lose me
If
as a caterpillar
So if you ever wanna question our ability
You better bring plenty of artillery
‘Cause we got Hillary in the gut
Don’t stand by
For any muthafucka
To the point where all these other women kinda feelin' like you stole their shine
So I better come with it
Ha, and I better come split it
And I admit that I'm
startin' to see why
Better alone than be bruised by your dark side
Down to the bone you're the knife that'll cut right through
Sex and love don't feel
Is you ready?
Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics
Wu Tang Clan no rehearsal or practice
Niggas ain't ready for this
Niggas
The next day I arose still kickin the same clothes
I had to make a decision
Even though I lost her my friends still gave me recognition
Bein recognized by
Mothafuckas it's no mistake
So you want it be a fluke
Now you're walking the skies like luke
You better beware like I was eclipse
I'm come equipted with
back.
The better the artist the harder they bite
I never chew with my mouth open,
I'm hoping you can read between the lines I borrowed from
days there are a hundred reasons
I think you know what you should do
You'd better book me a shrink for 2020
'Cause by that time I'm gonna be crazy,
you better not answer
We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that'll back that ass up
Don't be actin' funny, will you
Sophia
I'm wounded by dust
When the bell toll, when the bell gon' chime
You better call for your woman up high
And when the bell tolls for your last
I could just turn back the time and start over again.
I've waited on the longest time I better say this now.
You make me feel low.
Don't make me feel
'Cause we both know, you could do better
For the life of me, 'til the day I die
I'll be waking up every morning, wondering why
Right by my side is
Started off for the love of things
But to remain your heart'll charge by other means
I abstained from the lure of fame, a weak hit
The secret is
you are mine dad
Cause I know I'm growing up to be a better man
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower
ain't right
They don't walk by faith man they walk by sight
They die by the knife 'cause they live by the sword
They don't give a damn about filling up
bad she's much better
'Cos she's a mover … an' she's a mover
Chorus
Gotta sing shout knock yourself out
Tell me how to survive by keepin' it loud
Sing
It's up, nigga
Yeah, you know me by name
You know me by name, you know me by gang gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know me by name (it's
And the little wheel run by the Grace of God
In the wheel, in the wheel
Way up in the middle of the air
Better mind, my sister, how you walk on the cross
Way
fools
The way to dusty death
Out (out) breathe candle
Life's but a walking shadow
Paranoid as ever but I'm
Feeling kinda clever
Like the better that your
Good life, good days, good nights
Don’t let your life go by
Don’t let your life go by one life, one life
Be loyal, faithful, grateful, graceful
Most
as the night falls
I'm haunted by the ghost of my past
I, I've been trapped in this hole
I tried to get out and get better
Everything you told me was a lie
If I wanted you to notice
I'd wear my crown
Crown my teeth in gold and then
Bite them down
And all the time is passing by us
Could we ever care
Let's
while it's there within your range
It won't be so very hard
You better have no fear
'Cause by the time you get it done
It'll be so clear
It's our turn
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