Lyrics:
boys and lock 'em up tight
Here come those devils, cheeky sneaky rebels
Every day and every night, hot steppin' is what we like
I said here come
boys and lock 'em up tight
Here come those devils, cheeky sneaky rebels
Every day and every night, hot steppin' is what we like
I said here come
late bloomers, eight in the morning
I know yesterday and last night was rough but today is a new day
That sun rose up with a new set of rays
Go ahead
saying?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you
"Why the fuck B.I.g. Don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
saying?
And all that bitch do is call me all day talking about you
"Why the fuck B.I.g. Don't want me?"
Yo, Big this is Quita
Kenya told me she saw you
and Crae got traded on the same night
Same conference same sermon by James White
The light of Christ is a blazing one
I'm evidence that His Grace is amazing
Day—
but they're not my favorite holiday
The season never ends in my heart
I will decorate my Thanksgiving tree
and each holiday a new theme it will be
On Thanksgiving Day
I joined the parade
I stood at the top of the float
And threw out a rose
Watched a blast from the past
Indigenous dance
Started to laugh
just to handle shit
Boy be tappin in like a tag team Championship
You don't got to talk bout money
I can tell just by ya movements
Every year I been
Or I'm kissing with a lisp
And every movement of the kiss
Is an s sound
We're on 90 moving westbound
Heading back to Cleveland
No stress now
Back
And every days a weekend
Yesterday was decent but tomorrow
Is the reason real nigga shit but ain’t shit
Funny like I’m Cleveland
Bitch acting funny hahaha but
with me cause I know how to make 'em holler and
My gentleman bits are longer than a symphony by Mahler
With every passing day, my verbiage increases
If
gonna bleed
I'm fast like the bullet so you can barely even see
I be running every day to get the damn bag
While you sit at home playing games, so you
it
I got all of this money I can't even blow it
Bags coming when we can't even smoke it
I'm in the trap every day I'm devoted
These niggas broke they
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy be
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars,
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
I'm paid
Maybe not financially
But spiritually like hey hey
Me and the homies we plotting on millions
Every single day all I see is chameleons
Trynna be
A chronic hustler of crack; a typical bitch
Raised by Madu, who strung out on a glass dick
But every now and then I blessed her with a hit
So she don't
and Able;
A gang banger by the time that i was 16, on the streets of Cleveland with a pistol tucked into my jeans/
Every night under the street lights would
see my life no more lacking
So I count my blessings one by one
Then I realized what my mighty God has done
I put up thanksgiving to get ready for more
on Christmas
A diner in the kitchen at breakfast on the weekends
The dishes on Thanksgiving
Every day we're living
I appreciate your supportive nature
Time
People been changing so I’m gripping the tool
Every night, Every day
I say my grace, I gotta pray
Pray for the real, Pray for my sake
Pray for the ones who
the South get a pass in every section
And walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed
Considered to be a savior and not
the trenches every day, just pull up, come and view me
She said, Fargo, flew her , I step up in the trenches in a white tee
These diamonds came from Wafi, they
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