Lyrics:
ain't a looker, but she a real one"
"It's my face isn't it?"
"Naw baby, it's the drugs why I can't cum"
"What about you Scott?"
I'm in a motherfucking
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
was fuckin
I realized I was dreaming
then I got up
I hit the Vick's inhaler
'cuz my nose was stuffed up
from the bed to the floor
to the bathroom
then I put it on the track
Time goes by I see that
My feelings for you so gone
high in the clouds
Baby girl you make me proud
From the time that I seen
this was just spades
You said I renig anyway
But anyway
I coulda gone many ways
I chose you
I liked yours
I Had plenty faith
I let you opens doors
You
the main reason a pussy nigga gone stay broke
This ain't nothing new it's gone be a few that you out grow
Back when I was down I was boarderline tapping out
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
baby I might miss
Don't hold me ima
Player
Shoot my 3 so
I can ice this
Lemonade I'm sipping
This shit dripping
On some type shit
Might just have to bag
net
I was shooting my shot and I just wanted a swish
Baby girl please hit my line
Baby girl I pulled up outside
Brings me Doja and drank on the side
next thing I know it
I'm trapping with the pistola myself
Blaming my older brother missing time with my father
cnd I am an older brother myself
I need
friend though
I'm just trying to get that number take it real slow
Yeah go and bring your friend's let's get out the door
She was trying to get low baby
nigga you needa calm down
I smoke on the pack, then I beat her back down
I'm the cap king, can't know my background
Lil shorty I'm just tryna come buss
ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side,
by three
Bare foot running with a land to the sea
Your my other half baby all need
Your my other half baby it's safe to see
I said Come slide Aye
worth chasing.
Freedom is a delicacy, many don’t get to taste.
Babies won’t Chase, if the last name reads Banks.
If I was J and blue, bet this song
out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seats so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down
a whore
Its like 3 o'clock man
What the fuck you tripping for Bitch
I'm too turnt up to turn down right now
I'm too turnt up baby turn around
Baby bend that
dark
I did my dirt but got a good heart
Shouldn't that count for somethin?
I was told I'd amount to nothin, most of my childhood
Liked by folks it
drove like seventy yards
No one will see me, I mean it's already dark
Said one last prayer, said God Tell my folks that I'm sorry for this
Played down by
real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age
nights turnt my heart to a blizzard
I was just down now I'm up counting figures
Aiming three right at your top like its Lillard
I ran that sack to get in
I get down
Jack Tripper
Come and knock on my
Come and knock on my
Come and knock on my
Come and knock on my door
Jack Tripper, Jack Jack
to
where it all started
L O V E tell me what it says
Cruising down the Ave
with my man Take Three
Lookin' fresh
in my drop inevitably
The Funky President was
relationship
Was never door to door
There was always distance
But we had kept it tight
I don't quite know what I did
But I caused this plight
The separation
Got
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