Lyrics:
love is nothing
And I can't seem to find myself, under your spell
Don't need whys, get it right get into it
Lies or us
Will you right your wrongs
Say
your heart says (your heart says)
Standing up for what you know is (is)
Right, while everybody else is (is)
Tucking their tail between their legs
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones
took me by the hand and you showed me how to fight
When I was afraid your lights did not fade
No, they shone through the night
We shared
-=Yukmouth Talking=- [Girl]
[Dreams of fuckin' an industry bitch]
My dreams be crazy man
Last night I fucked Whitney Houston [Dreams of fuckin' an industry
Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth
Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
we hit your condo
Got another friend with me
Named Whitney from Chicago
Whitney love ta model? I'm thinkin' ménage
The truck parked out from
The Chevy
'Naked' that's Houston
Or that Trigga 'Love Faces'
Let's just say I'm loving this ayy
All that other shit is for the birds
It's the real deal fingers
Move over Whitney Houston, I'm not losing
By the way woman, yo, my name's not Susan
It's the Akenyel, I rock well and with more clientel
Then a guy
said you might bring
If they're the ones that tell you that you do the right thing
Houston girls, love the way it goes down
Atlanta girls, love
inflation, riding in a spaceship
I don't work the day shift, bitch this dick is your gift
She not worth my patience, think I need a translation
Don't be
you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no)
Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you damn we missing you… whooh!
All we listen to is all
By the way, Big we missing you Pac we missing you
We feel your presence just not in the physical
All across the world, blocks is miserable
Y'all left
At least the 40 or the 50 in my dickie shorts
Have a ménage with Nicki and Whitney Houston's corpse
Bring her alive inside then make her sing
In Houston I learned in something, had some sh*t on my mind
Pushed my album my back so I could drop Summer Is Mine
So many verses in my mind, I’m
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
It's hard to find the tools to mend our love
Once the damage is done
Years as your best friend
I'm proud of the man you become
This is off the record
But
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
is the only thing we need
Free Palestine, yeah
Free Congo, yeah
Free Sudan, yeah
Yeah, and we still love the Jews
This ain't no anti-Semite shit
YE
your
Artist run out of lines
I believe
I'm too legit to quit this is Hammer time
It's Hammer time
La di da Di da
Come to these bars
And feel the beat
mad ya it is what it is
Hit your bitch once and she asked for my kids
I got too many bands it can't fit in my pocket
And If you want smoke let me pull
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