Lyrics:
the city
Put a tool in her bag every time that she with me
Tool in her Birkin cause I can't get caught by the feds
Keep a switch on the stick, we makin' sure
Gamblin' every time we put a record out
Just lookin' for that hook (Wait, Dre, look)
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant to be
'Cause,
I can't call it
But you can call me
Hook
I cant call it
I cant call it
Every day
Serving feins
Nigga with the rocket
I cant call it
I cant call it
feeling psycho, I aint looking for no credit fuck a Fico
But i Think I need a save call Geico
Cuz my life on the line get a tightrope
Bridge x2
I aint
news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
Speaking out
in my tank baby
Now we slipping out the side door
Living in the moment that's shallow like the tides low
At the hotel, she pulling out the blindfold
Shiit, Taxi!
[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
[Verse Two] I call her back from an earlier week
4 in the mornin' they be like (Mm-mm nah I ain't asleep)
Career
out
Just looking for that hook
(Wait Dre look)
Shorty I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be 'cause shorty
You love me
And I love
But still goes bump in the night
It's a blindfold- pillow clutch - finger peek
It's a channel that you click fast by
It's something, somewhere just out
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
they all fear me
I rock NorthFace
For the taste Cuz it’s teary
Living by the lake
Like I’m Blake Cuz it’s Erie
Yea yea
Nigga got shot in the head
tryna move ahead tired of driving in reverse
Verse 2:
Back to the music I can’t leave it
Took me from a life full of grieving and bad reasons
Trapped
confessions
You walk a mile
In my shoes
You
Learn 1000 lessons
I keep 2 shootas
By my side
I
Call em
Smith and Wesson
Call d roc
He speak
(You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about
(You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about
We've come so far in two months
Broke down like a little bitch in a trunk
Took her by the hand and lost my funk
Spitting up a pill now we gettin'
the Hussle, Praying for the mud 2 times for the puddle
You know I want smoke if you got by the bundle
Dance wit the devil I know how they Love you
Tug on my
like I was jokin'
They escorted me out
I shook hands wit' him and that was
The first day I ever met Cass'
So it took 16 years, two rounds later
For you
out every weekend!
(He hit me all the time my phone be ringing off the hook like)
We just two love birds that's why we always tweetin'!
He hit me
(Hook)X2
They wanna see me inpense I just got out of a Benz
I am not wearing a vest u niggaz just some for the legs
And all of my shooter want beef
got a partner out in Vegas, hook up on the strippers
He likes to call them showgirls but Snoopy never tip her
Got a homie out in Reno, he likes
before Kelis and old school
K west new school K west
Still they all ain't Wretch
‘Cause if they don't call me classic
Gotta call me blessed
But I still do
fo-fo's
Niiga makin' my money daily double
It's the reason they call me stack
That nigga to peel back
Your mothafuckin cap
Hook x4
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
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