Lyrics:
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome
Aime-moi comme je suis oui bébé Aime-moi comme je suis
Aime-moi comme je suis
Comme une rose avec ces épines
Entre-nous il n y a pas de star
Y a pas de
a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
hope and take your time
I don't want to see you cry
Along the way I lost my mind
Maybe time can pass me by
Roses blossom, roses die
I don't want to say
the dollar
You belong to the one political party
I belong to the one musical party
Our differences are worlds apart
Just like guns and roses
If we don't
fine Dine
Laugh and jokin till we both Cry Everlasting smiles baby you so fine
I love you please don’t leave
I’m not too prideful to admit you’re All I
on your mind
Wrong way me and you can make it right
Tell God that the devil made me cry
I don't wanna cry
Love hurts everyday yea all the time
Nightmares
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
guns, we havin' Glocks 'n stuff (Bow bow bow)
You getting hit in the cold, just like a hockey puck (Ooh)
Got syllables in my clips, that make you cry for
folded on me
I don't even need no homie, Imma sit back, let me roll this by my lonely
(By my lonely, leave me by my lonely)
Serve a n****, wipe his nose
I don't care where u been
I don't care where u from
N****s get shot, life goes on
Murda inda eyes, seen ma mama cry
Blood in her eyes, life goes
(Aye)
Halos in the clip (Aye)
Came up on a bag
Popping these tags
In the new jag
Woah, Don't want to brag but you know my bi***es is bad
Lil N***a Im up
to hold her hand
I urged her to decide
and later on she waved goodbye
A lover by her side
Guns don't cry and
guns don't moan and
guns don't take your
loaded guns
All because no daddy's at home, to raise they son's
Man Up! or Glove Up, or Catch some more re-runs
And here we go again, bomb'n over seas
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up and when I say pop it up I mean deal wit da tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
Cry Baby (Tears)
Oh, oh, I’ve already gone, gone
I’m fye, you know, know
Like fire emo-mo-ji
But I don’t need the validation of and from emoticons
Bitch
I don’t wanna see outside bro
Homicides, niggas die young, spit bullets fly tongue bit, momma still cry, yo
Turn the game on, nigga, home I stay
Over
wanna be alone
But I don't wanna be lonely
4 more shots of the liq'
N' I'm taking her home
Cus' every good drink is on me
I promise I ain't playing no
me
But tonight Shady's rocka by baby
And when I'm gone
Just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear
The sound of my voice
Just know that I'm
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
tears that you cry
Black roses and wine
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry
You don't miss your good thing, 'til it passes you by
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tears that you cry
Black roses and wine
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry
You don't miss your good thing, 'til it passes you by
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