Lyrics:
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold ya'll
I'm just collecting what you owed to my old jawn
You bout to get swooped down on and stoled
her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
What's up baby girl! (Ho!)
Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey)
Tim is missing you Missy's missing you
Rashad is
and a huge interview with the New York times about its reveal.
It was literally going to be a game changer. My biggest career moment yet! I worked around
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
the floor
One by one, one by one
One by one, we're switching up positions
One by one, girl, show me what I'm missing
Ooh, baby, you fine (one by one
straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets
Rap let him rap let him rap
Let's get it hold it down!
But I knew that I was roastin'
You cause all I heard was
"Suck my dick! Suck my dick!"
I said,
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
In store signing autographs at the mall
Next in line was a fly girl standing tall
Signed my name and said give me a call baby ya know
The girl
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak named
it eases you to know
So close the door lightly when you go
Who was the one that stole my mind ?
Who was the one that robbed my time ?
Who was
don't wanna know that babe
Ah lahmlahlah
(knock, knock, knock)
on my hotel door
I don't even know if she knows what for
She was crying on my shoulder
I
what I'm gon' do without my baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby)
I'm going out of my mind
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
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