Lyrics:
are you really waiting if i am kept behind the stars
Martin are you waiting if i'm not home
are you really waiting if i am coming to you
Jondo but
fam yeah I got they back dawg
Buy her Jimmy Choo she don't know act dawg
And when we flyin' out
Yeah we all across the map dawg
Keep coming (yeah)
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
say
She'd pray on many weekdays
I'd walk home safe
After Trayvon Martin case
Threw away all of my hoodies
In exchange I bought collars
Now a million
I'm bout to demolish it
Remodel it and re-polish it
I don't care who sittin' in the throne
They coming out of it
Whoever don't like it
They can suck
Jimmy Buffett
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin'
is I never see it hit the checks
Uncle Sam steady upping his percent
Been investing in my city but my city still a wreck
Feel me falling by
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
a medal
Y'all are entertaining
I like the way your explaining
All of the ways I'm behaving
You might as well call me satan...
She's coming home to me
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
that?"
"Hear what? I don't hear anything unusual"
"A sort of strange haunting music
It's been coming in on a interstellar frequency
But at regular
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
live around here
The shit is evident they do how like we buy
Weed down on on President (Westside)
Same hood shit homes
You know we do it proper
coming home tonight,
Well I'm finally free.
Was a guy that I met one night in a bar in Colorado,
He said, man I got a gift, more like a curse, I must
just fine on her own
BUT Janey and Jimmy were struggling so
Jeannie gave Janey a loan (INST BREAK)
why oh why, Johnny won’t be coming back home
cry cry
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
gift to give
I coming to viv mol, cause I eh buying no pig
I calling up some friends to tell me where de party is
Pre-Chorus:
I hear Martin have beer
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Words and music by jimmy nail
Hey momma don't you cry for me
I'm gonna shake all the apples off of all the trees
Oh yeah, but I'm coming home
Hey
But he follows 'round
Like some droopy-eyed pup
He loves me so
That funny honey of mine
[Amos Hart]
Like I said, even though I shot him, he kept coming
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