Lyrics:
please goin through wrong
Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo
She was only sixteen, when I met her I was playin' the corner
Had
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
Because my style's Abstract
See I form no definite picture but I get you anyway
And I like to say
You can play King Erisson and "Have A Nice Day"
I go
I saw her skin blush the moment that our lips touched
She pulled my bottom lip until it stretched
Kissed me on my cheek until she reached around my
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said,
chrome
Bang have your life line sounding
Like a Dial tone you got a girl? Leave her
2000 I'm tucking that
I have no problem spraying the can
I love the Axe
Got options?
Oh oh
That mah lil bitch I done scored some major
Beat the pussy up now and not later
First base ah throwaway Ima have tah chase her
Home
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
have your shirt covered in Rojo
Why these niggas on my dick like a low blow
Why she tryna fuck I'm telling her oh no
Running back for more she look like
my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
Man that dashboard was lit
her shiver
I told her she could have my jacket
Wrapped it tight around her shoulders
And I was so young 'til she kissed me
Like a whiskey, like
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
Until she start complaining about her feet hurt
I'm trying to fuck she talking about she want to eat first
I'm like "why did this bitch have to bring
cover
Island lover
To kiss and caress her under cover
She cannot take it no more she's got one foot trough the door
Need some time by herself she
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
Priscilla
I don't give a fuck that she look like Thriller
Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her
'Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh
la la la
Santa kissed me and I kissed him back
But I did it for the toys
Figured I could get something more
Than I did from other boys
Santa
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Auntie Priscilla,
I don't give a fuck that she look like thriller,
Hit that shit, one more time and fuck around and kill her.
Cause I got the heart
later on at her house
She said her pops was gone but her mother was there
And everything was cool cause she don't care
So I gave her a ride, kissed her
of success
Teachers said I wasn't uh, was wastin' time in her class
It was more like she was wastin' mine, I had them dimes on the Ave
Momma said I'd be dead,
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
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