Lyrics:
something's still wrong with the picture
I'm working for you daily but barely I'm getting' witcha
Something's keeping me from gettin' with You
Diggin' in your
dark it gets
You high class and its marvelous
I bask in it
I bask in your awkwardness
And leave the rest with an Arthur fist like, you tight
Thats all me
Lost on a journey
Our head in the clouds and we might see the sun
Just cuz i promised adventure don't mean that this trip gonna end with abundance
in my zone
Got a diet it on the low
I got feds all in my business, so more times I roll alone
'Cause I'm that nigga to pull that trigger
You see my
the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your
the club dropping twenty-four stacks
Cuz I'm in love and that's a well known fact
Like, yeah she know what she doing
If a nigga chillin' with a stripper then
the things I cant Change
Concerned about my destiny
Cuz when I think about where I am Now and where I wanna be
I just thought by now Id be where I Wanna be
Cuz
broke friends that grew up with
Me ride 'round in what they want
'Cause we walked a couple thousand miles
And never stabbed each other's back
All my real
pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder, murder
Kill kill on the corner
Where
pockets and them bullets in the chamber
'Cause niggas slingin' iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder, murder
Kill kill on the corner
Where
and vanished
Or 'cause you on tape screamin' "CHARLI BALTIMORE" in spanish
(Chorus)
All you bitches be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they
remember that
But I'm in love and I'll do anything for you
My heart and soul I give it all to you
So darling show me your smile On that your pretty face
My
unfuckwithable
Respect me, receive my protection
I'm always right by your side like a weapon
Love me, I grant you there will be love
Fuck with my girl, there
shootin'
And they gon' have to kill me dead in some fucking house shoes
I'm allergic to the phony, I put ten on Tony
Yeah the world is yours, world is
'cause fuck it we can all exist
Long talking? Never the case
You be at the table talking 'till you're red in the face
You should call The Smiths
The most
Thought that you were just another Romeo
The shoe you pass by in the store window
But soon as I got home I wish I bought you instead
I got it bad,
on it
For those who get, just know somebody want it
They only
To know that you ain't done shit
But still you got them haters in your business
I'm
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
Would you wait up for me
If I call in a minute?
It's hard to be here
This time zone's a killer
And it's all on me
You caught me having a moment
dough in the whip
Uh keep it confidential
If the blocks hot then we rock the rental
Ride thru slow in a continental
Everybody show me love cuz I got
What is going to b now
Im the kind of girl that you
Want in your life
Don't need a man just for carry me cuz
I need real love
Real love
I just wanna know
basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig
leave with me, 'cause my wrist is frozen
Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
Lean in the styro, finna mix it with some soda
Hold up, nah these bitches
to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon
full of soldiers with dust bones
Ain't nuttin
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