Lyrics:
to the radio edit
I'm trying to work on me, work on, work on me
Sweep the floors and other chores
And calls ignored, I'm never bored
Made a list, what was it
You feelin it?
Feelin it, feelin it,
No hands mom I’m doing it
Verse so light swept by the wind
Ass on deck make her do a spin
Feelin it, Feelin it,
creepin
I dust em then pack em by the weekend
I’m feelin myself so ain’t no need for speakin
They be throwin subs , I kno I be peepin
These niggas suck
to church (no, no)
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it
I admit I got so many flaws
cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in
doin' well
Gettin' credit for the edit
And it’s a shame that it still sells (Still, still sells)
If that’s all you got to show for
You need some help if
to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for
a radio MC
You must not listen to songs
I'm so sorry, you're nobody
Just a guy Kano's bringing along
Say hello to Kano's hypeman (Ghetto)
In fact, you sound
the pen
And wrote my first rhyme and got that feelin'
And now I'm here in the flesh still dope still death
Tryin' to get my song (rockin' on the radio
to the break of day, yeah
Whoa, better go, better watch it
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Just take it step by step when you come out on the floor
You got that
right
But at least I've got someone by my side (side)
Move in with you, girl
Travel 'round the world
Car radio
I can't get over you
Move in with you,
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
fun do what you wanna do
Probably add doubles and some edits to
She like baby could I link you
If you come link me
Tell me how you feelin
You Feeling
feelin'
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
By the county line
The cops were nippn' on our heels
Pulled off the road and kicked it in four
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as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
the radio up
And that Fireball whiskey whispers
Temptation in my ear
It's a feelin' alright Saturday night
And that's how we do it 'round here
Yeah,
the radio up
And that Fireball whiskey whispers
Temptation in my ear
It's a feelin' alright Saturday night
And that's how we do it 'round here
Yeah,
feelin'
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
By the county line
The cops were nippn' on our heels
Pulled off the road and kicked it in four
him
My spirit been broke I pray somebody swap him
My heart feelin pain like
If somebody shot him
My brother keep callin I tell him I got him
And since
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist'
But
No More (Remastered Radio Edit by Rey Vercosa)
All that time I had with you
Despair and truth, is over
You’re never able to see me
Right at your
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
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