Lyrics:
through space
And cannot steer!
A troubled and a tiny land....
Our future's in your hand....
It's up to
You, sir.
Please help Who, sir.
You're the only one
the cashmere sweater
Had to roll up the sleeves so the drip drop better
Even in gridlock, don't shit stop
Any time I spin out, my lowest was just a pit stop
tats with them charges
While we run up them digits
(muah muah)
Swing by(swing by)
I'm outside(I'm outside)
Let's ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about
with a razor in her mouth, bite down on the back (woo)
Might put some Visine in your drink while you sleep, rip you out a couple racks
I'll get you
Ohh I'll be with you.
If I'm gone when you wake up please don't cry.
And if I'm gone when you wake up don't ask why
Don't look back at this time
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin
By the grievin'
My story's no fairy tale, reach
Let you roll a plane
We could both be flying'
Cause you know I don't drink, no
But I'll take a shot for you, yeah
You know I don't drink
I'm too busy
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
caught up in my mix
'Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, b****
We don't neva eva, talk no s***
Unless we mack that s*** up, n**** you get lit
wanna get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers
Bitch we don't neva eva, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up
Nigga you get
where I wanna go
Let's go to Apple Bees
And we head there and roll
We pull up to the spot in the parkin lot
And then I got the door for her
Then I got
real smooth
Up against the curb
Big sack of herb
We gon' roll it up and blow it all down
Yes sir
Yes sir
Ay
Let's hit the drive
Let's hit the drive
around)
I'll hit you up again when I'm in town
(Uhn)
Making waves (Splash)
I'm too nice at this I'm underpaid (Gimme More)
Buy her ass a bag just to behave
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late.
We could interest you in our Staffordshire plate?"
And end up fucking in the living room
Now we like our parents
And start watching the news
Roll up another one watching stars on the roof
I'll take you away
Packed up in tanks under the trunk, 59 to 77
Collecting my lot not even sweating, back on 35
wit my cheeder just gettin mine
You know me your boy O-Z
of a life,
Fuck it ima light one
It's been a lot of bad times,
Think I might just
Pour over soda, heres my motive, till it's over keep em
Can't you see I'm up
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
play, I'll show you what pain is
I'm tryna be and rich as my neighbours (my neighbours)
(Ooh) fresh out the bank
I do my lil' bop, I don't know how
I'ma tell you the truth, it don't matter how you feel
First class but my shirt Coach
Never bougie, I ain't scared to hit the road
Straight up out
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
into a psycho then I'll smack a bitch
It'll be a lot ho's that I fuck after dis
Uh the art of fuckin I done mastered it (no doubt)
You gotta be thick
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