Lyrics:
and trippin he ain't huggin you right
Who take of business and get to lovin you tight ( In yo life )
[Cap.One]
Yo, how come you want to fuck wit a nigga
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
this so
Livin' it lovin' it oh
I got a bag full of bones better step on the scene
I got a mouth full of trouble if you know what I mean
My beat is full
This grind ain't working for me
I'd rather chill on some ocean front property
Or I could be in Amarillo by morning
I cross my heart you better write this
money drugs and murdah for life
Bitches deal with it only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it get high its alright
But you can't get it
have paper if you tryna come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap
See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies,
help you grow
This ain't livin'
Takes a life to make a life (takes a life)
Livin' in the world of crime tonight (takes a life)
Can't find a better
ass
Slowin me down gets you blasted
For your chunk I'll trunk your folks
It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your
If I ever get you back I'ma treat you like a queen
Make a livin' lovin' you, a lot of kissin' in between
I'll be looking for a reason just
wonder if these white judges like us
Just stay strong, we'll appeal, nigga, you'll be free
Down with ya to the very end
'Cause you ain't never had
(go!)
The generation of people that love 2Pac
And hate, we bangin' it in the boondocks
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
Dem folks been
thinkin' bout you
You know I'm livin' like this shit for real baby girl I ain't flexin
You ain't payin' for shit when you next to me
I did this shit out
money drugs and murdah for life
Bitches deal with it only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it get high its alright
But you can't get it
Come back when you grow up, girl
You're still livin' in a paper-doll world
Livin' ain't easy, lovin's twice as tough
So come back, baby, when you
Come back when you grow up, girl
You're still livin' in a paper-doll world
Livin' ain't easy, lovin's twice as tough
So come back, baby, when you
to kill
You can make all the money in sight
But you ain't livin' the good life
Til you put a girl in it
You ain't got nothin'
What's it all worth
fail me
Like they got plans for ya
Ain't nothin' I can do when them laws get they hands on you
But I ain't listenin', even payin' attention
I'm just
lovin' Slim
Lil baby, this ain't one of them
How many of these bitches do you want and I'll say none of them
All these boys really been my children, I be
all the time
Ain't got no tears left to cry
So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up
(Oh yeah) i'm lovin', I'm livin'
I'm pickin' it up
Oh, I just want you
what I felt
You ain't toke what I toke
How you livin life full of the evil
Full of wrong n shit that ain't legal
Disobeying by the stripes w
gettin' hectic then you shut 'em down
Tennessee to Uptown, niggaz is thuggin', mean muggin'
Ain't no stoppin' I'm hot, and the game is what I'm lovin' nigga
can
It makes you awful glad that you were born a man
If-if-if you ain't been there
Then you ain't been nowhere
The livin's lazy and the lovin's
to kill
You can make all the money in sight
But you ain't livin' a good life
'Til you put a girl in it, you ain't got nothin'
What's it all worth
a freak and let you get on top of me
Get her rockin' knees
Nights full of Alizé, a livin' legend
You ain't heard about, these niggas play these Cali days
_(cropped).jpg/224px-Steven_Strait_-7-_(32695752360)_(cropped).jpg "Steven Strait")
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