Lyrics:
man I love that shit
Little piece of that orange all I'm tryna get
Like what I gotta do to get a clique like frank's
I do it for the love I don't do
Confrontation my man vanishes
Thought you're up for a challenge
Don't make grime again like van damage
Wanna feel like Hades you ain't gonna feel dark you'll be
change
And I'm for real girl, can't do without ya girl
'Cause baby you're my world
I ain't tryna be without you
And I don't care what I gotta do
Girl I'll
You're my man and I'm your girl
There's nothing better in this whole wide world
I'll stand by your side till the very end
All in all, best of love, we
and be a hash brown/
A scattered, smothered, and covered man
You gotta love it, man/
Ain't none above this, man/
You gotta watch the shit you say
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
Bodybag
Chains on my people like we some property
Fear of getting shot?
Sorta kinda probably and honestly
We all tryina be just what we gotta be
To get up
once before
My white boy think he Chris Quinn
Wit the heat man that lil nigga dangerous
No limit to this shit, I need a year ima be dangling
I swear
out them folk, they moving sneaky
She got a man, she want to link me
You better chill, don't start that beefing
He try me, and he gone by the weekend
coming for the set that shit a dub
Ain't no seeing us niggas gotta be on drugs
That shit got me praying for my enemies
I been revving up they could prolly
gone by, I
Trying to find the reasons why, I
I always seem to make you cry, I
Just don't know why
Well could it be
You always running in the streets
and lit it up from Spain to Libya
My next video should be shot in Abisynia
Profetic productive, my time managed
By nine planets, I shine equality, God
with that groupie shit, I do it by my dolo
Never trippin' over hoes, stay true to the bro code
Socially abundant, man, they livin' to the fullest
I'm
partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up
I know that look you're giving me now
It's something that I used to do
You've got me wrapped around your finger
How can you be so cruel
I know that
you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg,
Or a poor man much to proud to beg,
Or a page from a book that can't be read at all?
You gotta see
along with living as living targets to these officers
Now we gotta watch for any signs of us coughing
And I got asthma, gotta be cautious
Ironic now I
Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm of the birds
Flankin right
Flankin right
Man you better take notes
Cuz I'm in it to be winning
I aint gotta damn opinion
Or even a pot to piss in
I work hard
know
That I'm good on that
Why do you gotta act
Baby just chill and relax
Pulled up and the party was wack
But I do not care about that
Got yo mans
shit gotta change
But I'm still the same me till they bury me
And they know I got hits like I'm Barry B (bonds)
Yea I just want bread I need Sara Lee,
the truth
You love a man or just pretend?
Be honest tho
Do you love a man or just pretend?
Be honest tho
Sure you lost your boyfriend
Tears might come and by
to know you're worth your love is priceless
And without your life I would be lifeless
You're my heart vessel is your name
When it comes to your beauty
Your
Paid I am by hours not gone bail me out
What do you do
I must make a way I am a man no doubt
What did I do
Officially started my business then I went
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