Lyrics:
you should be kinda flattered because
I consider it an honour and a privilege
To be loved by me
So don't take this to heart
I love all my women
I love
down to the well
Gonna be with her
She is gonna take me there
Lead me by my hand
Her body a rocking chair for my soul
I can hardly wait, baby
I can
I'm tryna buy myself a crib In the burbs tell the architect to push the ceiling up
Surrounding myself around go gettas you aint gotta hustle you can
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
The dying shrimper said.
He said, "Boys, you know I had my chance
But I went and botched the job,
But how can a boy named Jesse James
Without a train to rob?"
the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put
you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my own
Yeah, don't you wait, don't think about it
Yeah, don't you wait, just come on over now
as a
Moral judge? I think you should keep quiet
Can you think of one more corrupt?
Yeah, I'm living in one i'm living in one
I didn't mean to be so fired up
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
a Tigress by Da toe
If it don't you know what
She can Adios
I'm a Bagg getter
All about my business
But this bitch dun
Hit me with DaWAP
Like she Betty
my baby
I done lived my life so fast it drive her crazy
Told her not to worry
Because these haters they can't phase me
I keep on balling on them man I
of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night
By Mista
of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night
By Mista
you here by my side
I don't wanna be here, baby, on my own
Yeah, don't you wait, don't think about it
Yeah, don't you wait, just come on over now
the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out
You can tell by the mileage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite
The color of fish scaleys
peace to Ms. Betty Wright
Rest in peace to Little Richard
And so many more
And I want to send love to anyone and everyone
Who lost someone in this time
would never get a tattoo
I'd never feed my daughter fast food
("Any sauces with that?" "Uh
Can I get three barbecue?")
Bobby Flay never wrote a recipe
to God that petty shit I ain't got the time for it
Swear to God that petty shit I can't think of no rhyme for it
Swear to God that petty shit won't fuck up
A fire bun!
Yah hear mi
Life ova death
Hey let me tell yu dis again
I could have been one of the most natorious
I got saved by the king
me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
what she need she wanna be Mrs. Wright
All them plays I done made
Boy I should've been in Vype
It don't take much to bag her I catch her she giggle
Come
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