Lyrics:
flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
You can get up under the wind and glide away
The sky is big enough
because I lose the pieces
Hey! Girl don't play with my gangsta
And have the boy blue like the Texas Ranger
And I know cheaters never get crowned
So I
Girls Cry
Chorus:
Ha ha
She said You loving me
Ha ha
You love you love
Cheat cheat
You cheat on me
And we play dumb
Dump dump
Am I stupid
personal
Still am the one that says you need help
Maka why okwa pride I be feeling too big to say sorry every time that I make you cry
And even when it
now don't you cry
Mommy's going to be with you by and by
I'm a big girl and I'm not going to cry
Daddy when will God let Mommy UNDIE
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
dice
My wrist look like a bowl of ice
Yeah I'm antisocial but somehow
I'm still a socialite
So I don't want a bitch that's
Gon' get big headed over likes
people die
I don't have time to just sit back and cry
It's personal business, y'all acting surprised
That I'm going so big but I'm chasing the prize
These
Started surrounding myself with nobody around me
'Cause lately all I feel is pain
They take it personal, baby I need you
Thank God that you're here I've
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
He's a regular guy
(I can't lie, girl)
I can't deny
(I can't deny neither)
You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin'
an einem Tisch sitzt)
It’s Downtown walkin’
Sweet mouth talkin’
The great Big Apple way“
Just get your broker
And any other joker
Money day by day
Jim
big
Jip jip so
Cum cum cum
Flow flow flow
Come Slide slide slide
To my side side side
Damnit girl ya feromones
Got me high high high
Higher than
for sure
Baby girl, this life we lead is too short (too short)
Ayy, too, it's too short
Said thug don't cry, no
But a thug don't cry, no
And real
third eye, falsified
Don't lie, break with a girl, you cry
If you wants game, slip me some change
But you must refrain, from saltin my name
Now your
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
this
I need a girl but same time there's no time for them
I got people inside and I don't write to them
It's like I don't feel pain no more
I can't
before
Be this, be that, I've heard it before, heard it before
Big boys don't cry
Shoot low aim high
Eat up stay thin
Stand out fit in
Good girls
here, the way to disappear
and cut roots and than to cry and than run, run, run
Love,
love and hide it's such a pleasure to me
I'm always surrounding
I see red
Like the glass of wine I just threw on you
It’s nothing personal
You just weren’t my type after all
Walking away now
Don’t wanna waste my
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
popping, big, big boy popping
Eshey o shey
Eshey o shey
That's my kinda thing
That's my kinda kinda girl
That's my kinda kinda girl
That's my kinda kinda
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