Lyrics:
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
that they'll always be tight 'til the end
Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in
you Can (What?)
Get in the habit of dancing by myself (Whoa)
Get in the habit of dancing by myself
Get in the habit of dancing by myself
Get in
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
I'm learnin', learning
How to love you
In-a my own,
In my own
Special way.
Day by day,
Bit by bit.
Day by day,
A-bit by bit,
Day by day
In
When them niggas sending shots
They shootin' to get the spot
That I'm in, nigga (Ha ha ha)
You know what it is when I spin the block
(Ah) uppin' this
draw card, say me just can't perform
I love you, baby (oh, yeah)
Ah true you get di likkle lovin' and me gone
You don't know how to love me (ooh)
I
draw card, say me just can't perform
I love you, baby (oh, yeah)
Ah true you get di likkle lovin' and me gone
You don't know how to love me (ooh)
I
When we started we were both so young
But I tried to love you anyway
Yeah we winged it and it felt so good
Now I'm hurting in a lot of pain
And I'm
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your
woulda got niggas shot
If you was home, you woulda did mad shit
But get over it, nigga, you not
You know how many times I laid in that cot?
Claustrophobic
me how you kiss me
Touch me how you touch me
Love me how you love me to paradise
It ain't hard to get to Heaven (hard to get to Heaven)
It ain't
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
How it feels
To get fake love
You know how it feels, How it feels
To give fake love
You know how it feels, How it feels
To give fake
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
feel this
I'm on top and y'all under me
So when it's over if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be
(By your side)
I love you too much to loose
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
How can I get you to understand that I got needs baby?
Listen please
some ability to love but not to fall in love
I'm ready to give
All my existence to you only
And you are ready to take it all
My Spring
How the spring
love for me in this shit and that life would drown me
But here you are beating outside that wall and baby I hear you pounding
I know you wanna get in
can have love
But what is the love
What is the fun
Fun is the love
What is the love
Love is a drug
Couldn't get enough
And I was just stuck
Blinded by
was blinded by the feelings in my heart
'Cause I know what I want, and I know how to get it
I know what I want, and I know how to get it
I know what I
will rise to tear you apart
Whoa
No one gets out alive, every day is do or die
The one thing you leave behind
Is how did you love, how did you
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