Lyrics:
you don't wanna see Santa Claus cry
He can't see where he's going
When it's snowing
If there tears in his eyes
And don't you know his ho ho ho
Baby's getting anxious, the hour's getting late
The night is almost over, she can't wait
Oh, things are complicating, my love is in her hands
the one I really need bad
I need you
To see me through baby
In the morning time too
When the sun goes down
Ain't nobody else around
I need your
Goin' to Chicago, sorry but I can't take you,
Goin' to Chicago, sorry but I can't take you,
There's nothin' in Chicago that a mucky woman can do!
Carrying the pots you made
Following behind me?
See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrow
really trust nobody, I can never trust a soul
I walk in, I'm poppin' tags, which one? Eenie minie moe
Oh yeah, oh yeah, we ballin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
can't see me
Bitch you stuck home, I'm on TV
In a Maybach, yeah free Meek
But I don't need a nigga to come save me (period)
I'm fuckin' with boss
Rather keep you in my life as you are, baby
I'm letting go of the reasons
History keeps repeating
Took me so long to see it
I know you know I'm
Jane
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures causin' mad hysteria
Momma see
see you soon
Find me at the end, we'll start again
Oh oh, maybe in the next life
I'll be waiting there for
You
You
You
I'll be waiting there
They just see how I'm livin'
They don't really know how I be feelin', nah
They just see how I'm livin'
They don't know how I be feelin'
K-Swiss
me, we don't laugh or speak
I can see you're weak, had to tuck your tail
Tuck your chain, what you know about pain?
I can see it in your face, you're
So if you ain't talk about paper
Sorry G I dont wanna listen
Matter of fact, I dont wanna see you pussy-holes in my periferal vision
I would never
Jane
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures causin' mad hysteria
Momma see
You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don't, I need it on
You
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I'ma win
I'ma get this money, nigga, I'ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just
ass nigga can't do
And that include a bitch nigga like you
It's true
(I'm so gangsta)
They don't wanna see me in the club
When I mob through that
the bit's so when
They see me they say "wagwan JoJo"
Bun traffic, I don't go slow
I just come off my two-year ban
I'm still bussing off illegal U-ies
In front
crush you touch you
Right in front of your partnas like fuck you
And won't nan one them niggas say shit
I hush fools when they see what I pack
They say
bitches rich
I like 'em older (yeah)
Yeah, I see y'all smoking rocks
Y'all smoking boulders (Uh, huh)
Yeah, we going up to the
Top so they wanna copy
Yeah,
break it down if you don't see the vicious steel (listen)
You see, I got them hooked on the real (real)
I bossed up in and went to Columbia for the deal
for everyone
And hey, hey, hey, here comes Richard
There will be ladies dressed in lace
I just want to see her face
When hey, hey, hey, here comes
I've been having dreams and visions
In them you are always standing
Right beside me
I reach out for your hand
To see your arms extending
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in that mirror there
Who can that
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