Lyrics:
body off
It's free Quiese, a hard body you get body rocked
I cut the dope first half a brick then took the other block
Missionary, cause I'mma fuck her
jokes
But first strip off half of them clothes
Time just actually froze
Watch how minutes and seconds go slow
I'm just letting you know
How I think it
DOWN LIKE WE WERE SOMETHIN'
HIGH ABOVE THE STREET LIGHTS
DOUBLE CHORUS
REPEAT FIRST HALF VERSE
take all the blame
There's nothing left to prove
Yeah, those good times, those blue eyes
Our first kiss, your half smile
Ain't leaving me any time soon
(B) (CHO)
Heard the latest from so and so? They won't play it on your radio.
(repeat first half of the first verse)
(CHOx4)
disgracing the hustle
Seen my first quarter
Guess I'm makin change
Seen my first half then the rest of it came
I'm so guerilla go orangatan
Huey Xaymaca if
always works
When I love me first
Half bottle of the Remy
& a broke down truck
I was thinking about
My baby now baby I'm stuck
I'm big boy but big boys
and destroy in response to every sound the crowd makes
Sling blanks sprayed it with apathy magic balance
On the palette of the almighty for painting the first
half of this story
Began only a few days ago to be written
Formally down
You see, in the first section of this lucid duality
I began to paint a picture
can't learn words
This ship was going down
You were much less of a captain
And much more of a child
Trust me when I say that the first half of this verse
no go see bag
First half, you ball
Forget second half I fit ball pass
Ifu call m, you bypass
Because say you see cash
2sec your day one gees sef, dem
In a dive bar off of 1st Ave.
I met my lover
She was my worse half
Forgot the first half
But I remember birthdays like it’s a trick
I like how your
since I lost Moxy (Mox)
First half a mil', niggas did it off of all Roxies (all herbs)
Can never be Big Meech, in love with tippin' scales
Last week,
So much love already, I wonder where the first half of the year went
Can't wait to rise together, forever
Amen, oh, my lady
Every morning when I
rhythm
With the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
I was on that player shit i play with money
I don't play with ho's
That's that Castalia shit
Fucking with Daddyo
He showed me my first half a milli
Eastside (eastside) mula!
Triple A first half, shit (eastside)
Harlem!
Border, we got em' watchin'
Quarters, I think of my daughter rob em
I got my
and her broke up
Well, not well
We cut it off
But, it was a weird month
Because like the first half of the month was all cool
Then, the second half was just
ready, willing and able
The first half was a blessing
Grateful for a second chance
Surprised that I'm still living
Preparing me my ending
I left my love
rest a dem just don't mesh with mi style
Next half dem a move like silicone
First half well mi guess me no like but di next half mi a try move round
checkers but this is not a game
And this is not a song, and this is not a verse
It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed
Spent the first half
found a place to fit in
For niggaz trying to get into this power struggle
I work hard on the job like immigrants
And always try to get my first half in
And the first half of my senior year and it's called The Lady
And I didn't feel very well when I painted the first
And I didn't feel very well when I painted
And the first half of my senior year and it's called The Lady
And I didn't feel very well when I painted the first
And I didn't feel very well when I painted
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