Lyrics:
the counter love, so silently I treat H.E.R
Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed
In the mix on tape, niggas had her in the buff
When we touch, it was
the counter love, so silently I treat H.E.R
Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed
In the mix on tape, niggas had her in the buff
When we touch, it was
through me
Mummy had problems, daddy couldn't solve them
Won't stop they just add to her pain
Daddy it's okay, I still love you
Because you show me love in
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
question please.
I.B. - Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes. Why is that?
Dres - Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely
a king fa dat
Seen us on da gram
Baby daddy mad
I feel you
You gave her ya rib
But no baby back
I woke up this morning with a clearer vision
Bitch by my
For no reason cos e talk
By the time you see the news he de with guns
But Fuck the law
No be dance time, Omo no be leg work, leg work
Na many hands wey
Since we was youngins was always in love with him
Distance between us but always seen by the fam
Funny I'm ready you runnin shit crazy damn
Kinda slick
together it's sexual ecstasy!
When we get crazy it drives the neighbors bananas, they can't handle animal sounds late at night, they can't stand us!
Yes I
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
where we for dey o Daddy
Carry me go
You sent Your Son to die Father You gave us Your gift Jesus Christ oh-oh-oh-oh
You came and set me free Jesus You
Gangsta macking be my era
Running circles around a square
Trick a skank til shes impaired
Hoes be blinded by the flare
Bling bling bling
Stunna king
She's
planned all along, last days feeling mad hella long, last leg of the race daddy long
But the last leg of the race for the strong, hold out by His grace,
with some white buffs
We fuck on they thot they wanna fight us
Luh Ricky be having her sick
She get down bad then she'll fuck wit a trick
I jus be adding
the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of warrants
While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four
life years but only the sixth
SpaceX will save us but that's just a trick
It's way too late to discover a new world
No more clean slates so they cash out
nobody humping around
Except us, and that's fa'sho
Bed sheets all across my bedroom flo
You gotta go
Cuz I know ya man's coming home
But you really wanna
super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
But sure I would see you later
Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya
shut the fuck up, get off my dick
Chorus
Don't be foolish x2
[daz]
Hook
You see you don't wanna fuck with us
Knowing how we throw it out, the sucka
ten years you made hits
so what's up E-Feezi? (We still the shit) Beotch!
How you think I got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nig-ga was
on
It wont last for long
Keep your head up
It wont last for long
What can we say
What can we do
Lord we thank you (A fun e lope o)
For seeing us through
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