Lyrics:
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
to show you why
i got the game from the pimps and players
you goin feel me, baby when i get there
I'm a give you what you want so i could get what i need
we
(All night long I wait)
Yeah, hey, mama
Kick time at the bed, I'm coming over
Got something to show you
Behold your ass
I's wanna hold you
the bottle
This drink in my cup and
I'm fillin it up and to you's not a problem
Clearly to you I'm amused by the that
Your body is talkin
But hold up
And probably what made you a fan
A lot of us, won’t make it
But all of us wanna be famous
They working to get girls naked
I work, on cadence
They walking around
the dick up by your spleen I can tell by your eyes that I'm making you rise
Ayy get on top and ride it show me that you love me
She like it when I get
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)
I'm only one call away (if you was my baby)
Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could
Dear John forgive us our sins thank you God
I wanna tell you where you're at
You lose me in this campsite
And I'm gonna teach you how to be cowboys
Now,
resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by
"Charlie kick his face again, I think you missed a spot"
I rolled down the limo window and yelled "Bon Voyage!"
You see your girl buck naked giving Charlie
on a straw
Rubber ball man
A poster on the wall
Of a dear friend
I wish there was a way that I could show you
How your songs set me free
The hero
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
This that 180, CHO, waken baken, getting stoned
Honey Dutch, blueberry bong, everyday I'm rolling cones
House party hoes getting naked, wasted
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
you take it down
My bitch on the bed getting naked now
Sipping this brown anything goes down
You don't know how todo it baby imma show you how
I lost
That you guys are going
Into, that seemed they had nothing to
Do with a rapper i was
Talking about a band of thinkers that
Could remove religion, race,
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
you know how to ball
Know them hoes gon get offended when i hang up the call
Why you tryna reach the finish when you know you could fall
Cause
Wait
I feel my nigga he here with me now
We gon go wild
This how it sound
This how it feel when you not in the crowd
This is beyond anything youd imagine
the glock is for?
Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars,
C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war
I show you faggots what this Swatz' is for
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