Lyrics:
you.
By day three I wish you'd come right back to me.
Day four, five and six, well I guess you just don't give a shit.
Day seven, this is hell. this
Up on the late night train
Can't keep my eyes awake
I'm tryna go back home
I ain't got time to waste
I been grinding all day long
Heart of an 808
If
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One
crazy, but baby
I need someone
cll those late nights and good vibes
cnd everything between
It's been 4 months and 8 days
But I still love how it feels
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
DJ Jones
Baby, don't worry if I
Come home late like three or four
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I'm sorry
That check, it keep callin'
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
your fears for me
I'll be here for you
Like you'll be here for me
Let me paint this picture, portrait for the people
4 days on chemo
Fuck this I
and James
Aaron, Joseph and Jamie's bait
We don't play these games
Get dashed on the floor like Macy Gray
In training day man will chief man up, then name
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
We used to hang out, play ball
Listen to Aaron hall
When you needed some stuff
I took you to a big mall
And I can't forget the times when I took
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
you back down to my place
Chillin by the fire late nights I want from u
Gimme the cue and we head straight to my room
After we done lay in bed and we
moves, I paid my dues,.
I tried to play by theirs, but now I make the rules,.
Create the groove, the curve, the test 4 the rest,.
An yes, bet I won’t
one woman cry, too late
The eyes of honesty can achieve
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
In
But you threw em all away
I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days
I gave you four years of chances
To try to be your wife
I cleaned
woman for tonight
She got that pussy poppin like the 4th of July
She the type that stay quiet when you and mains passes by
Fucked her a condom I swear I
When it comes to being a playa, Dougie D can be nothing less, that late
Night bumping and grinding, I'mma make sure that you gon reach your climate
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
light
And then again 'til late night
Twenty-four/seven until I get my cake right
I can make a scene, guess I'm a playwright
The way they filament (feel
bussed it all down
And I loaded my mag
Real fucking dope boy
Move weight
Can't complain bout the work
Had to fill my plate
Real life trapstar
Too late
we'll have the massed Alberts on by then, won't we?"
"Just whisper it"
"Two, three, four"
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