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Blind to the bullshit, Ray Charles
Speak no evil, I see none either
Talk no mess, I just hock ether
Kane and Undertaker I'm breakin' through
of controlling, anything by that ocean
I'm a boss I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fucking with this
They want that shit, they often feind, I give it to 'em,
Hey by the way
Tell me how you want it
Yea I can take
Take it to you all day
Hey by the way
Tell me how you want it
Yea I can take
Take it to you all
wife
(Last what?)
Chill down, I’m just messin’ witcha
Talk about my ex
Ain’t got a text
I just wanna know why
You let me by myself
Put me back on ya
wife
(Last what?)
Chill down, I’m just messin’ witcha
Talk about my ex
Ain’t got a text
I just wanna know why
You let me by myself
Put me back on ya
wife
(Last what?)
Chill down, I'm just messin' witcha
Talk about my ex
cin't got a text
I just wanna know why
You let me by myself
Put me back on ya
Only ye, who is on the molly, shall dig this little diddy here
And if ye shall want that molly, then ye shall have it!
[Chorus]
When I'm in
I'm the set
I want you to have everything and I know you want it now
So baby just come on over and try and figure me out
Yeah I'm the set
Yeah I
blow it by and pour up Ciroc
Yeah, I'm too done
I'm too done with the love
I'm just really tryna fuck
I just wanna have fun
I just wanna have fun,
You want that work, let's work
Fuck her good, make her squirt on my Balmian shirt
I don't care 'bout your bitch but if I want I'll take her
I
Crime in the streets
I read about it everyday in the papers
Justice needs and justice wants
But just in times, yes, too late here
Feels like I
to uphold
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many
around ya
I don't think she still understands
She could sell hot dogs
By making that wiener stand
I don't mean to come through
And just ruin your plans
Woof! You sure got to climb a lot of steps to get to this
Capitol Building here in Washington.
But I wonder who that sad little scrap of paper
Sitting tight
With my eyes set alight
I ain’t got a feeling of burnout
Spotlight
It’s all in my paper line
I don’t need to swallow my pride
Vision
Here we go again I'm lost inside of my head
I feel I'll never Iive a part of me has been dead I
Just want wanna feel alright
I just wanna feel alive
eyes, you can see things rearranging
The world is ending
And if they say it's gonna be okay, they just pretending
When the eskimo gets bit by
these niggas be pissed
All these bitches be frowning
They want what we have
That's why they mad
But baby I'm glad
Just me and you
Twizzy bitch
Only room
a alot paper
And I ain't really made no time for us
If I ain't told you lately
I love you baby
I just want us up
I used to keep it smoov
Like nah I'm coo
Iont
It's so hard swear to God, it's so hard
Yeah it's so hard
Uh want me to feel good? I just can't
Want me to smoke good? This shit stank, uh
She shake
I want you bad
Got me going crazy like I'm mad
Girl, you got that heat
Put it all on me
I'm just trying to turn you and me into we
I can show you
On the e-way, I was just cruisin'
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
Kemi just want to party
Do Moves like Michael Jackson
Anabel so cool and she carry
She wants to Jayie N faaji
What you want I got genie like Aladin
let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back
I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I'm talkin' 5
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