Lyrics:
know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
(Ain't even gotta check, you know we
off four cups of the goop
Yeah, I told that lil bitch bring my perks back
I know my ass already bought you the birkin but you can watch me bring
real?
'Cause we makin that shit that the playas feel
You done made a deal, 'cause ya tape don't hit
Talk that talk, and ya boy can't spit
Ain't no
deal with the fuckery of Babylon
Them haffi know me, I the don, no lie
So mandem back off when we walk by, Selassie I
Bless, and you'll be respected
ease on
And where ya from no ain't shit to me
Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history
Evident you you weren't meant to be
Jacking
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
God bless america and all glory 2 may she always labour
us with the red,white and existential blues
u can do wot u want lay off my existential blues
my
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, 'cause I'm
gets mashed like potatoes
you can't fade those
muthafuckaz from the shack
with the big guns like that
so back the fuck up
as we act the fuck up
lettin
I'm a wordsmith, crafting stories that make you nod
Line by line you gone say "damn, that was odd"
I've got a message, the truth I want you to see
back (Ay), bring it right back (Ay)
Ain't no other woman that could do it like that
(Like that)
Like that (Like that), like that (Like that)
Girl you
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
don’t forget that this is your show
Cause if you focus on her life, your life could get too slow
(wooooh)
[Chorus]
Weevil is back in the game (game)
Back again
Ima looney
Gotta a bop and my arse says juicy
Ima artist I ain't no groupie
Racks in the metro no need to be moody
I'm Not a typical Lucy
out and tell you how I was feeling
Still that seemed super unfair
To put that burden on you
Like after all of this time to open back out the blue
They
And put love back together just the way
I believe in you
If you believe in me
And I believe that faith and hope and love brings harmony
United once again
by thoughts although I fought it’s still a blessing
Yeah I learned my lesson
Left that jar without getting ate up
You butterflies are all wings you
with the chit chat break em kit kat
You can have ya bitch back I'm gone like a 6 flat
Nigga I'm a big dawg all I do is sit back
Got some young niggas
Kick the tyres and light fires
Can you hear that mighty roar
Sun setting on gentle wind
Yeah, we're really gonna soar
Disappear from sight
Across
bring myself to say I'm over you
When I gave you time to make up your mind
You turned you back on me
And now I turn my back on you
But somewhere down
a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you
You should know
a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you
You should know
bring darkness up above
You in it for the money
Or in it for the love, M.J.
Twenty- three ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my
When I look back I can say
I came a long way
No pavement in this place
No way to be safe
Flap my wings and find my own way
By myself that's how I'm made,
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