Lyrics:
crush on
It's all love, just like the Bud when ya hit it
Cause way downtown, you know the fuzz is tryin' to hear it
So when ya spark, ya make sure
I miss cruisin' with my baby
Hit the mall we goin' crazy
I don't need another lady
You the one for me yea
I know we ain't perfect
I know sometimes it
and they never
Miss
Twenty-three, twenty-three, yeah, twenty-three (shoot em)
I got shooters and they're with me and they never
Miss
We can hit the target
it? Let a real man hit it
She gotta tattoo of a kitten by her cat
And a pair of paws runnin' down the side of her draws
She from the tri-state dawg
please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
Miss
Rap
2000 Jon be why'all, N.A.S. why'all
To the def why'all, come on, get it right
Look at them brown nosein' my click pullin' up with purple
thought I'll miss
Gave you a arm and a leg, I was dumb in the head
But I knew I was taking a risk
Taking a risk, you know that sh*t hit different when it
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
whiskey
Let's walk it up like
Hey
Little miss whiskey
cin't no saint
I wanna get by without her
But she knows I can't
Little miss whiskey
Tell me what
You sold your weed and then you fleed, no problems with the police
And man I miss you, but you made it out, gotta mean something
Fell outta touch,
lied to my face
But I can't even lie if I do then I'll die when I say that I miss it
But I'm not really tripping you fake and I hate it so I guess I'll
All these Chinese cigarettes in my back pocket
Burning one by one till they're all dust
I once had your flame it was all lust
It was no fuss It was
Switch it up
Getting drunk
Happy as fuck
You would of thought I be down forever
When you realize you cant find better
Don’t miss me
Don't miss me girl
I miss being with you on a promenade
By the blue waves as the day fades away
If you wished to it's a promise made
We can go to the bay even though I
I miss the bliss
When the feeling hits
I miss the bliss
Take me back to it
I miss the bliss
When the feeling hits
I miss the bliss
Take me
prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
My li'l nigga
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
my youth
She love the smell of that Prada baby
I'm sweating you wit no Sauna baby
No hotter baby
No drama baby
It's juicy, runnin Like water baby
By
my youth
She love the smell of that Prada baby
I'm sweating you wit no Sauna baby
No hotter baby
No drama baby
It's juicy, runnin Like water baby
By
tempt fate
And I'll state it out loud:
That, unless
I miss my guess
IsI can't stand it!
Listen! Yes
That's the sound of
A hit!
It's a hit
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
they buying hits,
All of that preaching got the kids on activist,
But my n***** still gon sip for the ones they miss
Talk about it be about it can't
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