Lyrics:
[B.B. Jay]
there's an old saying that every dog has his day
I want'chall to know a lil somthin somthin
Every child of God has his season
And right
tab kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it
Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat
He might toss
kata, Kata, Kata (x2)
I want you by my side, I want you by my side, I want you by my side, Side, side (x2)
I and you darling is too fine, Uyu mukino
a notification, my niggas
They ridin' my niggas, they ready to spin
We see a opp, hop out
My niggas, they buggin'
They ready to throw 'bout ten
That nigga pussy, he
insane
Slit writs stiched by staplers, downers in Jan
Begins in Feb, D-saga one say
D-10may will find a way
To breakthrough the demons right away
Might
C) Ok! I'm a cheerleader now!
(D&C) u.g.l.y.
You ain't got no alibi you ugly
Eh! Hey! You ugly x4
(C) I saw you walking down the street just
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
Day number one, you have a lot of fun
By day number two you've got nothing to do
By day number ten you're trying to stay Zen
So you take a deep
quicker now
Than it ever has been
Chorus
She’s a highway
Never been my way
She’s a highway
By this hotel
Concrete floors
Piled ten or more
You gotta take
in my ways
She wanna hug up and lay
But I'm on the grind, chasing cash every day
Every day
We get money, we get paid ten ways, every day
We got ten
It was a non-day, a false day, a pale winter's day
when two thirds of one's time felt forged
the store windows and idling cabs, unapproachable.
me get my hand on the dice
All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist
Only for ayallytes with the target sliced
Now the parasite blined by your
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to that
hair, brown-streaked, slim shoulders
Dark complexion made pale by the season
When you smiled your cheeks appeared rounder than their natural shape
In them
If you try, then meet the maker
I'm hittin' the pay, can't deal with no pay cuts
I went by the book and got paper
I work through the night to get days
you here, one day you gone
It's 25 years still holding strong
We H Town, Houstone by your city in Screwston
SPC we the first click
SPC we done changed
we map trail
get it all back, smoke the black, hold the gat
[Musolini?] The streets got me thinking 'bout my man's passing
stashing, the ?? with
the crack sell, stack bail
Then we map trail get it all back
Smoke the black, hold the gat
The streets got me thinking
Bout my man's passing
Stashin, the lex
Shaine was born on the 18th day of November in the year 1988, she was given birth to in difficult circumstances, her mother died briefly after giving
Hmm, yeah
This just one of them days when yo' ass just want to chill out
And motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
by a cab
While crossing the street
Lying on his bedspread
He struggled to breathe
The light bulbs exploded
The air filled with wings
In the last days
none of my hoes wear Uggs
If you go on a hit you can't call off
Name hold weight you can't raw dog
Off Perks and X, can't nod off
If I call you
greater is He chose to be crucified
8. No longer blind, died to my pride, faith tried by the fire
9. My irregular strategies catch you by surprise
10
Hypnotised by each others bodies, pheromones are pouring out. Every touch sends you to another world. Then, Cindy grabs hold and pretends shes playing with
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