Lyrics:
the Gucci, Prada bills
That is for the dollar drill
I been everything, I been finding me in my heights, that's foreal
Major Payne, cuz my left in my right side
for this bread
She get crazy on the pole
Buss it open and you know she stupid wit the head
Got a ass like a horse throwin it in circles
When she twerkin
Fight or fly
I chose good byes
But deep inside
I realize
I’ll be back by
Tonight
I’m over you
Oh I Wish it would be true
I’m over you
Just Another
the best I’m feeling tempur pedic
Round 1 was for play wait for round 2
I was lost then I was found once I found you
Everything is all good when you around
fell in love, you got shot by Cupid
You haunt me and taunt me because my name is worth money
I give you some love, and now you seem to act funny
Was
didn't know it was the last time
Do you remember summer 2009
I snuck out the house with my sister
And chased fireflies
I took for granted all the moments
Niggas act like bitches man that is so corny
Don't judge me till' you know my story
Don't judge me till' you know my story
Don't ever judge a book by its
they hitting for I
Run ya down and leave ya
Fuck the pringle here's the single
Now we love the evil
Feel the funky funk house buster
You'll get rolled
I’m looking for is something new
And I don’t what to do but just think about you
Got me stuck in oblivion I’m feeling so blue
Like the color of the news
a reading just to pass the time
Now everything I see is just another sign
If what the cards said is true, then I need have eyes in the back of my mind
Cause I
and imma be true
So everything that I do imma do it for you and that's real
I do it all for the cash
I get, I get, I get, I get paid
I do it all for
a contact by drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me
of the things that
You're doing for me, good Lord I need You to fix what's broken in me, to tell You the truth I need You
To Be My Everything,
To Be My
of the things that
You're doing for me, good Lord I need You to fix what's broken in me, to tell You the truth I need You
To Be My Everything
To Be My
or dream
The one that hurt most, was your son
Fuck
I look good, but I'm not okay
When you livin' in a hood where them shots gon' spray
When your house
all assume is way beyond reach
I gotta tell you i was so far gone
One look from him and i would come undone
How could one person be so perfect
How could
and colors)
(If we had that for us, wouldn't it be fabulous?)
If you had that house, car, bottle, jar
Your lovers would look like movie stars
Movie stars,
feel good to ya Baby bubba
You see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka
[Tupac]
Now follow as we Ride
Muthafuck the rest
Two
everything else on sidelines
I'm tryna enjoy Chicago Skylines everything else on the sidelines
A flight from Atlanta straight to Chicago
You rest your head
with a gun that's automatic fun we gon burn him in his place
Baby eating good in the house you know we be eating soufflé
Wearing these glasses seeing
without concern
Small world
My lifes absurd
I work
For something i could never earn
I could be your everything
U kno what i mean
Everything is not what it
I'll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
Walk in the house, lights are off
In the closet by the door,
quickly limp
She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance
Through the back door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for
quickly limp
She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance
Through the back door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for
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