Lyrics:
the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they goin' be
back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
If it ain't money I'm not in the mood
Fuck you if you're on timewasting
The cheque came, got Deja Vu
Shit feels like That's So Raven
I still wish I
spit it
Get my glass, you can fill it to the rim with the realest and
I'm talkin' back when Biggie Smalls was the illest
And the boys from Cypress
No one else
On the gin carousel
You'll be wishing yourself well
Oh here we go again
Back to the daze
Where we go our own ways
Doesn't matter, if it's
cnd I grind
I cock it back
cnd blow ya mind
I tell a trick to beat a dick
Computer popping im the glitch
I made a hit and now Im rich
You dont get
busting
Mashing tights
They got your back
Against the wall
Jump on the flight
The same night
If my homies call
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Let
Yeah yeah yeah
Blow that bag make it back buss a move
Load that strap secure the bag keep it cool
Send them shots we send them back by stacking blues
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
this down right about know and)
Makes your day worthwhile
(You know, wait for the drop to come back in and all that and uh)
It takes your day that's
to the neck
If the number sho block,imma call her back collect
Chedda by the end,but they coon their own kin
Kind,cut communication to unwind
Slit wires
we're not alone
I look to you to my left
Look to me to your right
Look together to the future standing side by side
Put our hands up, head down,
're walking in your summer clothes
If you listen long enough to the water you'll hear something you didn't want to hear
The radio on the way back home, was
You cant ever stop
Cuz thats what gets you by
No one know the truth
Theyll never get two sides
This dont make no sense at all
I never let you cry
I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song
You know what it is
Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
I don't need a stylist
making money so it's P-day, today
I don't know what I can say
Know we gon come up on better days
I ain't smoking OG but I elevate
If you pull up on us you
shots, a broad, that make you drop
Then I'ma pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come through wit two proper whores
Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue
patter we'll splatter just like a platter
Infected uncontrollably, follow me, come on go with me
'Cause you know it be Tuna and Marc 7even
Heaven
dime.
If she don't come back I think I'm gonna lose my mind.
If she ever comes back to stay,
Well, that'll be another brand new day,
Walking with my baby
you
But I just can't get bright without you
Go, that's fine
I still want you to shine
Lean on mine
If you ever come back to life
And now
New
Buddy, I can split a twelve-pack (you know that's right)
I won't leave you by yourself, Jack (no, sir)
You know I got your back
And I know you got mine,
at every turn
Use to call me the future now the future my concern
Now don't you understand man universal law
What you throws out come back to you star
You
out in tact
Ain't talking bout racing, yo ass gone get dragged
If I find out you was playing with the bag
Come over here bae you look like a snack
Come
you'll feel great
Getting that shit off your chest
Kick back with us, get some rest
Wear those shoes and feel those blues for those in less regard
Behind
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