Lyrics:
love
Yo, how could one ever know that I'm forgiven
This bitterness and resentment
Block the flow of God's blessings in life
You know it's stressing me,
around turn a person into a sermon
My flows hot but I'm cold
Ice dripping down my curtains
My rooms like a freezer, this shits immersive
Yo chick so
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
i do this shit for me don't need applause
yo chick is carbo loadin' on my balls
recordin' lil shorty wit no pause
tha way she suck dick she know she
was cheap
Hoe you trash and yo pussy was weak
When I fucked you I put you to sleep
It be yo bad ass kids for me
Always asking for money for me
Your baby
no 12 chase
You niggas is lames
All y'all take the bait
Big crib by the lake
I'll put up a date
When we gon drop at yo spot
FRN the coldest
Know you
the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD, fuck a tape, we should sell this shit in bottles
Are you a role model?
Not, ca tash'll steal yo' beat box
I
Bitches Line yo ass up
Hoe Check, Hoe Check
Hoe Check, Hoe Check
Fuck Nigga Check, Fuck Nigga Check
Bitches Line yo ass up
Mr. Bigg's in da
shit
Bitches only about
Sucking and fucking dick
Trying to get money out of him
By the time he give it to you that same shit I already spent
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
Another day, another deal, made another mil'
But what do that mean, when these kids still gettin' killed
All for no reason? RIP my cousin Rell, yo, I'm
(Juvenile)
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad
niggas is so cheap with no heat
Still be calling shots like Mo Cheeks
You so weak, so sweet
N' you don't shoot yo' heat
My yayo go cheap, I don't get no
to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim
gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind
Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God
to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter?
So many times I excuse shit
People watch my life like a movie
They will never get a full clip
My album name is my middle name
This a side of me that
The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers
Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
move with the Maestro
you feelin high so
ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo
so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck
symphony in
the shit I won't lie ima man
I chose ima make thru man
Shawty not trick but she loving the kid
All in Miami she thinkin bout Jibba
Calls from St. Louis she
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
.jpg/240px-Gerry_Mulligan_(1980s_portrait_by_William_P._Gottlieb).jpg "Gerry Mulligan & the Concert Jazz Band")
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