Lyrics:
was you all along
You took my heart for a drive
Like a Mercedes Benz
In the middle of the night
I need a favor
I need you to come back around me
I need
I dunn jumped in my bag you know
“better late than never
They know wtf going on when it come to me
Hear me out”
Better late than never
Hope they
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
by the
End of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row
Ya know
Get ya gun, we gon' come for you
We'll lay ya ass out
The shells hit you
large on the island?
All them collects have me vexed
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off with
Half of them checks now we on the rise
Your diamond
hour, bitch, I seem accustomed
'Til life in the fast lane nothing
And the motherfucking gas tank dumpin' ashes and laughin'
Fucking duckin' what comes
out my mentions, fuck all that talkin'
Come for the attention, we in them Benz's
Tunnel vision, even though the tunnel missin'
Me and this Nip' tat,
with her toes out
Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house
Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse
Dead and Me, Ced and more ahks
Bought
the blaze of gunfire
Will not retire till I'm paid till I reach the pie
When we ride we fly by bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
There we go now I feel like me
Sin for me
Is you gone sin for me
I need to know are you gone sin for me yea
Are you gone sin for me
Just come and win
after shot after shot
Call the taximan come take me home
Tell me nor
Welcome to African party
Seek Hennessey, make the girls naughty
All the girls love
my Benz, tryna wrap mine up like Shiro
Push it home, my shank got bent, racks, racks multiply by ten
Oh nah, I can't hear no pagans, but it's come back
hips or kissing my lips
But I don't mind it
Boy I'm used to walking alone
But it would be nice if you take me home
You snap me when you're high
So in
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
(Na na na na, gotta be yo
Gotta be yo own girl
Ring the alarm girl
Gave you a home girl
These Phases, yea
Young Cheese)
New rules, I bend
New coupe,
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You can run away
And this shit gon' change
But it's still the same
Just come home
I don't even want you to trust me
Fuck just stay away
moves
Chasing paper no option (Shit I got to)
Switched it up went from a civic to a drop top coupe
I can't pick up your girl, but I pick the Benz with
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
only half the scenario
You nag a cat, you giving him a license to fuck a hoe
When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello
Not hear all
your time, gave you the chance
Better come back to me with the
Cherry lipstick, yeah girl I'm feeling it
Wanna get your ass home by the look of it
Can I
get home, dial it up
I'll be your man and you can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby
Girl forget about your boyfriend,
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