Lyrics:
the hearse to the whip
Been through the worst you could think
And you don't know the half of the Shit
Get the guns do the math after ya dig
Truthfully I was
What do you have to lose
It must be everything
All of yo hoes yo clout yo chains and jewels
Nah that shit irrelevant
Moving complacent like you ain't
when the girls shake somethin
System overload, stay bumpin
It's thug life, y'all know the rules, gotta do what ya gotta do, and stay true
Propose
and put a flame on it
So I can leave a stain on it
Nod ya' head to the flick of my lighter
Fire to the ass of a joint get ya' higher
Never in over my head,
Look
I try to sit back and relax
To get me on tracks now I gotta tax
A lot of these rappers a thing of the past
They claiming they snitching
I
to confusion
What do you get the shit or quit I'm singing it
Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hating it
Critics can't stop me my music will always play
I got
shaped
like an hour glass let me spend some time
yeahhhhh
I want to get you to myself you me, and nobody else
And do the things we do
Baby there is
the things you do? hmmm
You don't need to do anything
You've got my heart and soul in two
Baby, I don't know what to do
Scattered by this love for you
How Does It Feel?
Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
about me, yo, let's talk about you
And all the wonderful things that you and I can do"
I popped some trash and in a little bit of time
I showed some
snakes
And these scandalous freaks
If we ain't on good terms
Don't bother to speak
Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me
Same thing'll make ya
Yer...
Get On Out Whoop Whoop
I thought I told ya not to come 'round here?
Go on back home, You need to disappear.
If I have ta Imma drag you
every time they start to creeping
Sneaking, out to see ya every chance I could
I knew this had to be love, because it felt good
Just to see ya do
know,
King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't like it:
KILL YA SELF!
(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or shoot
news like Atari
I can change yo life say it's borin
Smokin grade A dope got you soarin
You ain't neva ride around in a foreign
Just stay by my side when
I know where yo bitch live
And I know that she like to suck dick
And she know that I like to make flicks
All I am is that cake in ya mix
And you are
the thing you make the boy dey do
Pressure ma wo kem 3y3 good
This that stick talk 3y3 wood
Me b3 ma wo feeling na y3 good
How i just get text wey you catch
know is the weirdo they see
Longed to be a charmer, the things I'd do to be one
Know by now I'm not a peoples' man
Know by now I'm not a peoples' man
too easily satisfied
And no one does me the way you do
Ain't even sure I'm in love with you
But it feels good when you're by my side
It feels so good,
world I'm so accustomed to lows
Songs put me at ease my words healing my soul
Hope it do you the same & heal you of yo woes look
Alone in my room
Talking
would do it?
Or do I do it when I was taught when I went
Off in the wind, lost in Wonderland and then guided by them
Forgot and left my marbles in there
you love me you don't know a thing shawty
To the table what do you bring
Shawty
Say you love me but you with him
Shawty
All this Henny in my vault got
meat so he can leave me alone
He's a somma time man, so what ya gonna do?
Like Eddie Murphy said, "Yes, your man, too"
this
When you got topless
You can slide or stay, be by my side always
But tonight I say
This ain't the time or place
Chorus:
Yo Rick whatcha doin?
We're
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_ "Every Little Thing")
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